Alma Porteña
Carlos Gardel
Soul of Buenos Aires
Tango
You are the soul of Buenos Aires
You are the tender
Expression of its song
Tango
You are the sweet accent
You are the lament
That expresses to the girl, the love of the pimp
Your mournful notes
Remembrances of passions
Moan of hearts
Anguished with pain
You are the thorn of the flower
That wounds and kills the poor lover
You are the gaze of the man, of the loveless woman
They rejoice in their chords if it's a tough tango
And instantly forget the sorrows of the heart
Lost faith returns, hope, illusion
And sweeten this life with their rhythm and their sound
Blessed be tango that makes you suffer and cry!
Blessed be tango, that makes you laugh, makes you sing!
So great is your power, so suggestive and dominant
That wherever you go, triumphant you shall reign
