La voz de Buenos Aires

That's how it was born!...
From a mixture that later shaped it
blend of gaucho and the people who arrived,
with the longing for other sounds.

That's how it was born!...
Sweet milonga that clung to the soul,
like a rose that suddenly bloomed
with a perfume of bandoneons.

That's how it was born!...
Out of the desire for its own identity
mixed with mud and humidity
from a slum of moon and mud.

Then it grew!...
From its depths another sound emerged,
and an angel says that after cradling it
he told the child... Let's go tango!

Let's go!... We are masters of the village...
Let's go!... to invent the eighth notes for them
and the verses and the reverse
of the sad and guilty muse.
May the city,
always beat with the pulse of the two...
Because it's a way to gain freedom
that Buenos Aires has a voice!...