A Mí No Me Cambia Nadie

Cradle of tango and moon,
under your sky I was born
and it was my lullaby
bandoneon, cricket, and drum.

I had rag dolls,
also hunger and lots of sun.
And I sang with the toads
during loveless nights.

Sometimes I had tenderness
and many times, loneliness.
And the greatest fortune:
My old lady, in her apron...

The past doesn't twist me,
nor do I close myself to the future.
The bad I have already forgotten,
and the good lives in me.

No one changes me.
I'm always where I was born.
My cradle was Buenos Aires,
and in my cradle I shall die.

Milonga calonga and tunga,
I'm a northerner at heart.
Milonga calunga and tunga,
I'm a portena at heart.