La Vi Llegar (part. Raúl Iriarte)

I saw her arrive, the caress of her brief hand
I saw her arrive, a lark that whipped the snow
I could tell her love
Melts into the mystery
Of a caressing tango
That moans for the both of us

And the bandoneon
Bitter grumble in oblivion
I cry for her voice
That broke in the dense mist
And in the hopelessness
As cruel as none
I saw her leave
Without the word of goodbye

It was my world of illusion
The heart knew
That always remembers her loss

It was my world of illusion and it got lost from me
Plunging me into the shadow of pain

There's a ghost in the endless night
There's a ghost that haunts in my silence
It's the memory of her voice, the beat of her song
The night of her forgetfulness and her resentment

And the bandoneon
Says her name in its moan
With that voice
That called her from oblivion

And this brutal disenchantment that condemns me
I saw her leave without the word of goodbye