Como Me Puse a Llorar

I'm back
With the weariness from other ports...
With my dead illusions...
With a desolate soul!
I'm back not knowing anything
About your life... about my life...
About the things I held dear
That I left behind when I left!

I didn't care about your trembling cries
Or shattering your most cherished dreams
And I dragged myself lost
Through sleepless roads...
You see... my life returns here...
By your side next to your black, sleeping eyes
After so much wandering
Always dying to arrive!

How much punishment I suffered
When I found myself
So far from what is mine...
I don't even want to remember
Back in Paris
Those cold nights.
I walked into a bar and an orchestra
Was playing an Argentine tango...
How I started to cry!