El viejo varieté

Turn on
The new lights of the old variety show
It can return
The dancer who imitated Fred Astaire
Today like yesterday
We need forgetfulness and pleasure
To see the artists
Those illusionists
Who make the world disappear

Get ready
Worn-out tuxedos and lame rags
It's always the same
Painted cardboard and a musical background
To disguise
The show must go on
The audience awaits
Smiles on the outside
And inside the desire to cry

Wars and revolutions have passed
We lost a few illusions
Not the extraordinary tale
That someone repeats from a stage

We had parents who punished us
We had children who criticized us
We are identical, in front
The magical fair of the singers

In the music hall
Judy Garland is eternal like the Sun
Or that nobody
Who hopes to sing like Gardel one day
A song
Fashion changes, not the fascination
On stage the artists
As long as the world exists
The show must not be suspended!