Cuatro Recuerdos (part. Enrique Campos)

In the depths of the mirror
Of life, I see myself
That I'm getting old
Because I'm going gray

How time flies, brother
Today I turn another year older
One more and it's forty
That already add up
Of my life that's slipping away

My youthful years are gone
Because paths they took
The illusions died
Four memories remained
That are
My two beloved deceased
A great friend lost
My good tangos danced
And that old love of mine that I don't forget

Four cherished memories
That I carry in my heart