Barrio de Tango

A piece of the neighborhood, over in Pompeii
Sleeping on the side of the embankment
A lantern swaying on the barrier
And the mystery of goodbye that the train sows
Dogs barking at the moon
Love hidden behind a gate
And the toads drumming in the lagoon
And in the distance, the voice of the bandoneon

Tango neighborhood, moon and mystery
Distant streets, how are they?
Old friends that I don't even remember today
What have they become, where are they?
Tango neighborhood, what happened to that
Blonde Juana, whom I loved so much
Does she know I suffer, thinking of her
Since the afternoon I left her?
Tango neighborhood, moon and mystery
From memory, I see you again

A chorus of whistles over on the corner
The elbow filling up the store
And the drama of the pale neighbor
Who never came out to watch the train
That's how I recall your nights, tango neighborhood
With the carts entering the yard
And the moon splashing on the mud
And in the distance, the voice of the bandoneon