Caserón de tejas

Barrio of Belgrano!
Mansion of tiles!
Remember, sister,
of the warm nights
on the sidewalk?
When a nearby train
left us with old,
strange longings
under the gentle
temperance
of the rose bush?

Everything was so simple!
Clear as the sky!
Good as the tale
that in the sweet naps
our grandfather told us!
When in the little piano
of the dark room
bled the pure
tenderness of a waltz.

It revived! It revived!
In the sleeping voices of the piano,
and with the subtle spell of your hand
the grandfather's coat-tail will come...
Call it! Call it!
We will live the distant tale
that in that mansion of Belgrano
overcoming the mysterious calls us mom...

Barrio of Belgrano!
Mansion of tiles!
Where is the water tank,
where are your courtyards,
where are your bars?
You will return to the piano,
my old sister,
and in the melodies
the clear days
of home will live.

Your smile, sister,
embraced my sorrow,
and like in the tale
that in the sweet naps
our grandfather told us,
the little piano will return
to bleed the pure
tenderness of the waltz...