El Adiós a Gabino Ezeiza

Buenos Aires, 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 picked up in its melodies
Picked up in its melodies, the memories of days that will never return

The old songs of yesterday that were my glories
Hopes that no longer exist, skies and burning copies
The reveille of the brave returning from Paraguay
Song of the homeland, but alas! The Argentine guitar

The Argentine guitar melancholically bows to bid them farewell
While the voice of the milonga of Alsina fades away
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