Boedo y San Juan

From here, from Boedo and San Juan,
I'm going to sing
a sad and heartfelt tango...
Because I want to greet and remember,
the neighborhood where I was born...
Where did the emotion go
from my childhood,
with blue sky of marbles...
Kites of color,
paper illusions,
that the wind has already taken!...
Where is all that,
corners of my past,
from here, from Boedo and San Juan?

Today, as I start to gray
and understand
what life is...
How I would give anything to go back
and to have
the lost age!
Today, as the autumnal
night begins
to my existence...
How I long for what was
the fleeting landscape
of that clear dawn!...

From here, from Boedo and San Juan
I left once
and got lost in the distance...
Who doesn't dream in the cafe
at some point,
of taking a trip to France!...
There my neighborhood remained
far from me,
but very close to my soul!
And in the nights of Paris
its memory grew
and in ten years I didn't return...
And upon returning, I found it
so changed, that I cried
just like when I left...

Today, as I start to gray
and understand
what life is...
How I would give anything to go back,
and to have
the lost age!
Today, as the autumnal
night begins
to my existence...
How I long for what was
the fleeting landscape
of that clear dawn!...
Where is all that,
corners of my past,
from here, from Boedo and San Juan?