Voces de Tango

I fear that at dusk I will remember again, that without you
Waiting is killing the fire, that I have for you in my chest,
And in me is the fake laughter, instead of starting to cry,
And to cry again, all over again for you.

I fear that at dawn I will find again, without you
The little house is crazy, I can't hear anything, don't bring to my memory
What I was, and I long for the years when I should have returned home,
And to roll again, tired of rolling for you.

I listen to the tango voices,
Seeing all the tricks I've lost by continuing
In the gambling of love, at the door of a bar,
Tied to a desire, for you, for you.