Oiga compadre

Listen, buddy, that tango,
What a mix of laughter and complaint!
Listen to it, it's remembering
That which today leaves us forever...
At the Casino, I danced it for the first time.
Do you remember, old man, what a woman my partner was?
To its beats, I spoke with confidence;
To its cadence, it gave me hope...

All night long,
Matching my steps,
Submissive to my arm,
Her body vibrated!
And at the end of the dance,
We stayed hooked,
We left hooked
To the same corner.

Those fierce milongas
From downtown and the outskirts,
Where we left our marks!
Where are they, carnivals,
That joyfully with her
I went from the parade to the theater?
From the beautiful flowery time
Of youth and festivities,
Like a lost memory
The echo resonates
Of yesterday's tango.
Stop, buddy, lend an ear,
And listen to the romantic and sad
Anthem of the old guard
That resists the push of time...
In the dance party one night, I saw her love me
And in the dance party of life, despise me...
With that tango she said: I love you!
With another tango, she changed, buddy...

I showed off as a top
And stepped firmly;
And triumph and luck
Tied me up.
Until one day
It swept away my legend
And ran off with my best dancer...