Nostalgias

I want to drown my heart
To extinguish a crazy love
That more than love is a suffering

And here I come for that
To erase old kisses
In the kisses of other mouths

If your love was a one-day flower
Why is this cruel concern always mine?

I want to raise my glass for both of us
To forget my stubbornness
And yet I remember it

Nostalgia
To hear her crazy laughter
To feel next to my mouth
Like a fire her breath

Anguish
To feel abandoned
To know that another by her side
Soon... Soon will speak to her of love

Brother!
I don't want to lower myself
Nor ask her, nor cry to her
Nor tell her that I can't live anymore

From my sad solitude I will see fall
The dead roses of my youth

Moan, bandoneon, your gray tango
Perhaps you are hurt the same
By some sentimental love

My soul cries like a puppet
Alone and sad on this night
Black night without stars

If the glasses bring comfort
Here I am with my insomnia
To drown them once and for all

I want to raise my glass for both of us
To then be able to toast
For the failures of love

Nostalgia
To hear her crazy laughter
To feel next to my mouth
Like a fire her breath

Anguish
To feel abandoned
To know that another by her side
Soon, soon will speak to her of love

Brother!
I don't want to lower myself
Nor ask her, nor cry to her
Nor tell her that I can't live anymore

From my sad solitude I will see fall
The dead roses of my youth