Nostalgias

I want to drown my heart
so I can forget a crazy love
that’s more suffering than love...
And here I come for that,
to erase old kisses
with the kisses from other lips...
If their love was just a "one-day flower"
why is it always mine,
this cruel worry?
I want to raise my glass for both of us
to forget my stubbornness
and yet I remember her more.

Nostalgia
of hearing her wild laughter
and feeling by my mouth
her breath like a fire.
Anguish
of feeling abandoned
and thinking that someone else
soon... soon will talk to her about love...
Brother!
I don’t want to lower myself,
or beg her, or cry to her,
or tell her I can’t live anymore...
From my sad solitude, I’ll watch fall
the dead roses of my youth.

Moan, bandoneón, your gray tango,
maybe you feel the same
about some sentimental love...
My soul cries like a puppet
alone and sad on this night,
a dark night without stars...
If the drinks bring comfort,
I’m here with my sleeplessness
to drown them once and for all...
I want to drown my heart
so later I can toast
"to the failures of love"...