Alguien Le Dice Al Tango

Tango that I have seen dancing
Against a yellow sunset
By those who were capable
Of another dance, the one with the knife.
Tango of that Maldonado
With less water than mud,
Tango whistled as it passed
From the driver's seat of the cart.

Unconcerned and free,
You always looked straight ahead.
Tango that were the joy
Of being a man and being brave.
Tango that were happy,
As I have been too,
As memory tells me;
The memory was forgetfulness.

Since that yesterday, how many things
Have happened to both of us!
The departures and the sorrow
Of loving and not being loved.
I may have died and you will continue
Bordering our lives.
Buenos Aires does not forget you,
Tango that you were and will be.