Nostalgias

I want to drown my heart
To extinguish a crazy love
That more than love is a suffering...

And here I come for that,
To erase old kisses
In the kisses of other mouths.

If her love was a one-day flower,
Why is this cruel concern always mine?

I want, for both of us, to raise my glass
To forget my stubbornness,
And yet I remember it again.

Nostalgias
Of hearing her crazy laughter
And feeling next to my mouth
Like a fire her breath...

Anguish
Of feeling abandoned
And thinking that another by her side
Soon, soon will speak to her of love...

Brother,
I don't want to lower myself
Nor ask her nor cry to her
Nor tell her that I can't live anymore
From my sad loneliness
I will see the dead roses fall
From my youth.

Moan, bandoneon, your gray tango
Perhaps you too are hurt
By some sentimental pain...
My soul cries like a puppet
Alone and sad in this night,
Black night without stars.

If the glasses bring comfort,
Here I am with my insomnia
To drown it once and for all.

I want to drown my heart
So I can then toast
For the failures of love