Cafetín

Dive bar,
where men cry
knowing the taste
left by the seas...
Dive bar
and that bitter sorrow
watching the ships
returning to their homes...
I waited,
because I always dreamed
of the peace of a village
without hunger and without bullets.
Dive bar,
I have no more hopes
or dreams or village
to return to.

In the old dive bars
memories always linger
and a tango beat from the past
will bring color
to the pain of the immigrant.
There the wine flourishes,
the village of memories
and the smoke of tobacco.
In the old dive bars
memories always linger
of a country and a love.

Under the gray
of the ripe moon
the dark figure
of a ship fades away.
And with the hue
of a scarlet lantern
the waters of the Plata
seem like a puddle.
What bitterness
to be on this side
knowing that across
the past calls us!...
Dive bar,
in your glass of wine
I dissolve the destiny
that I forget because of you...