Si Buenos Aires No Fuera Así

(Little Dance)

Buenos Aires has a river
that cradles it,
that kisses it,
if it wasn't like this, like this,
what a great sadness.

It has night and in its magic,
a gray melancholy,
if it wasn't like this, like this,
I wouldn't love it.

It has singing, it has wine,
at dawn,
and a friend on the way,
always must have,
always must have.

It has the deeply felt tango,
from Pichuco, from Piazzolla,
if it wasn't like this, like this,
what a lonely city.

Buenos Aires has the flight
of doves, what joy,
if it wasn't like this, like this,
I would die.

It has the children's play
in the sunny squares,
if it wasn't like this, like this,
it would have nothing.

It has singing, it has wine,
at dawn,
and a friend on the way,
always must have,
always must have.

It has the deeply felt tango,
from Pichuco,
from Piazzolla,
if it wasn't like this, like this,
what a lonely city.