Cuatro Corazones
Enrique Santos Discépolo
Four Hearts
For you, old milonga candombe,
My love
Braided
This song like a memory!...
I want you to come back into my life
With your rhythm of axe -taco and drum-
I want you to come back!...
I want you to give us
Something from that past,
Something from that nothing
That is nothing
And being nothing
Gave us everything that ultimately lives in the race
And is the pride of the peasant woman and the man.
That, which you carry;
That, which you have
Only in your beat: you!
Sensual, you caressed my past,
Glorious and misty milonga
Of my nightfall...
Your voice shook me in its living,
Tied to the spell of loves
That I have seen die...
They vibrate in your voice as if under the spell
Of an enchantment that makes them shudder,
Shadows of betrayal,
Women's cries,
Passionate kisses,
Four hearts
That made me
A rag of their lives,
And by hurting my memory today
They open furrows
Of remembrance to my pain...
I tremble hearing you,
Because my past
Returns in your beat: today!
Perhaps! old milonga candombe
You are
The voice
Of my past that cries...
