Tal vez será mi alcohol

The bandoneon sounds, the light is excessive.
Night falls on the dance floor and unintentionally
the shadows huddle, evoking Griseta,
Malena, Maria Ester.

The shadows that tango brought to the dance floor
force me to evoke her as well.
Let's dance because it hurts to be dreaming
of the shine of her satin dress.

Who mourns in the violin?
What sentimental voice
weary of suffering
has started to sob like this?

Maybe it will be your voice,
the one that once
suddenly went silent.
Maybe it will be my alcohol, maybe!
Her voice cannot be,
her voice has already fallen asleep.
They must only be
phantoms of my alcohol!

Like you were pale and distant.
Black hair, eyes green-gray.
And her mouth too
in the light of dawn
a sad crimson flower.

One day she didn't come, I kept waiting
and then they told me her end.
That's why with the shadow of tangos
I remember her in vain more and more!