Amor En Buenos Aires

Love is free, free like the wind
and rests free, without keeping secrets,
it is, it's like a cluster of ripe grapes
that are savored and not rushed.

And I care little about what they are talking about,
because I don't need any contract.
To love is enough for me, as long as you are with me
and knowing how much I need you.

Come take a walk,
Buenos Aires has a spring-like sun today,
and that gentleman will capture on his canvas when painting,
all the landscape of your eyes and your walk.

Come take a walk,
the simple bohemia of a suburb street,
where Homer still waits for the whole embankment,
as the evening dies, with a bird in the voice
just like this love, just like this love.

And I love you so much, like the wisterias
in the old courtyards of my Alsina bridge,
like I loved the tender years of childhood,
where only a dream was my hope.

Come take a walk,
Buenos Aires has a spring-like sun today,
and that gentleman will capture on his canvas when painting,
all the landscape of your eyes and your walk.

Come take a walk,
the simple bohemia of a suburb street,
where Homer still waits for the whole embankment,
as the evening dies, with a bird in the voice
just like this love, just like this love,
just like this love, just like this love.