Buenos Aires Conoce

Buenos Aires knows my dizzy gin
The whistle that's all mine, my worn-out path

Buenos Aires remembers my wide-awake window
My empty pockets, my hope on foot

Buenos Aires knows my woman and my night
My coffee and my cigarette, my food and my journal

Buenos Aires has me tight to its name
Trapped in its streets, wandering its skin

Refuge of my long nights awake
Shelter of my verse and my fate
Its sparrow sky, its sad Moon
Are things that also live with me

Corner of the blocks of my life
Den of my most absurd dreams
Gray dock of my ambition for light
Secret latitude of my song

Inventor of mystery, gigantic bandoneón
Buenos Aires listens to my silence and my struggle
It remembers with me the blue coins
And lends me the forgetfulness of its ebb and flow

Its roofless sparrows, its river waist
Are also something of mine, I breathe them too
Buenos Aires is a goblin, a glass of wine
That nameless friend found by chance

Refuge of my long nights awake
Shelter of my verse and my fate
Its sparrow sky, its sad Moon
Are things that also live with me

Corner of the blocks of my life
Den of my most absurd dreams
Gray dock of my ambition for light
Secret latitude of my song