Mañana zarpa un barco

Shores that never change we touch when we anchor.
A hundred ports gift us the music of the sea.
Girls with sad eyes come to wait for us
and the taste of the drinks always seems the same.
Only here in your port does the heart rejoice,
Stream where the voice of the bandoneon bleeds.
Let's dance until the echo of the last beat,
tomorrow a ship sets sail, maybe never to return.

How well we dance
on solid ground.
Tomorrow at dawn
we have to set sail.
The night is long,
I don't want you to be sad.
Girl, let's go...
I don't know why you cry.
I'll say your name
when I'm far away.
I'll have a memory
to tell the sea.
The night is long,
I don't want you to be sad.
Girl, let's go...
I don't know why you cry.

Two months on a ship my heart traveled.
Two months yearning for the voice of the bandoneon.
The tango is a friendly port where hope anchors.
To the rhythm of its dance, emotions sway.
At night, with the moon, dreaming over the sea,
the rhythm of the waves lies to me with its beat.
Let's dance this tango, I don't want to remember.
Tomorrow a ship sets sail, maybe never to return.