El Adiós de Gabino Ezeiza
Héctor Pedro Blomberg
Gabino Ezeiza's Farewell
Buenos Aires of my love,
Oh, city where I was born!
Don't throw me into oblivion
I, who have been your singer.
The sound of my guitar
Captured in its melodies,
Captured in its melodies,
The memories of other days
That will never return,
The old songs of yesterday
That were my glories.
Hopes that are no more,
Verses and burning skies,
The reveille of the brave
Returning from Paraguay.
Songs of the homeland, but alas!,
That in the Argentine guitar,
That in the Argentine guitar
Melancholically leans
To bid them farewell,
While the voice fades
Of the milongas of Alsina.
That's why I come to sing
My farewell song,
Because today, in the afternoon of life,
My soul begins to cloud.
No one will hear again
The sound of my guitar,
The sound of my guitar,
Songs of glory and love
From the city where I was born,
Don't throw me into oblivion
I who have been your singer.
