Between a sad tango beat, two drops of rain are lost
you and the sun appeared with you.
Between a swing of dead hours, with old wine in your veins
you and you appeared love.
But how good you came, changing the morning
bitter and trembling, I take advantage of your confusion and I give you a rose.
Buenos Aires, fresh air that gets tangled up with your hair,
Buenos Aires, new air that undoes my lament
I could love you to death, but today my soul warns me,
I know what your truth is, do not pretend to deceive me.
Good thing you came back, looking for my caresses,
Believing that they were yours, another man somewhere else,
he is without pride.
Buenos Aires, fresh air that gets tangled up with your hair,
Buenos Aires, new air that undoes my lament.
Buenos Aires, fresh air that gets tangled up with your hair,
Buenos Aires, new air that undoes my lament.
Bueeenos Aires, fresh air that gets tangled up with your hair,
Bueeenos Aires, Bueeenos Aires, who undoes my lament.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)