Barra Querida

I feel my heart crying, buddy
Returning to the neighborhood where I was born
Remembering my childhood hours
I lost my dear mother, my home, everything

I remember my distant youth
That was illuminated by the Sun of illusion
When a tango would transport us to the skies
Or love would tie us up in a passionate embrace

Who could dodge cruel time
And relive that age
Who could sing in a doorway
A sweet love song

Not being able to hear again today
Our old signal - that whistle -
That the neighborhood heard at gathering hours

I'm leaving, buddy, with no fixed direction
But not without visiting the bar
That yesterday always saw us together
Sharing stories over glasses of absinthe

Come on, buddy, let's drink together
As I may never return to my neighborhoods
And before I go, I want to toast
To my dear bar of yesterday
That I will never see again