Aquí nomás

The voice of the bandoneon stayed behind,
the rhythm of the dancing time has gone.
The city's flood throws us soot
the blacksmith's corner is no more.
The night is drunk with turpentine
and they dance like tied with a string.
Come my love, let's leave the feast
can't you see they're having fun with their jazz.

Just around here,
far from the torrent,
let's simply dance
a tango in peace.
Just around here,
with that light from the front,
the two of us, and only
the two of us, on this bridge
that takes time back.
Just around here,
stay just around here,
without music, without people...
just around here!