Discos de Gardel

I don't feel so much that my life is sad and lonely
when I listen on the record player
old Gardel's records.
The tangos of yesterday
revive unintentionally
loves withered by time
and I almost forget that my temples are gray
listening to 'Scars',
'Never again' or 'A stumble'.
And it brings the emotion
bitter of pain
the tango 'Don't deceive yourself, heart'.

The voice says
sentimental:
'My beloved Buenos Aires...'
And memories come back
of my turns through life
and of that old wound
of a love.
In each tango its mark...
In each tango my star...
And that's why my soul cries
when I listen on the record player
to Carlos Gardel's records.

The old records remind me of so many things!
Old and muddy streets
that the heart has forgotten...
The pale song
with warm emotion
takes me through the shadow of another time.
It's a handful of faded memories
that from the depths of oblivion
come back today to relive.
Longings of a love,
the neighborhood of yesterday
and faces that will never return.