Nostalgias

I want to drown my heart
so I can forget a crazy love
that’s more than love, it’s just pain
and here I come for that
to erase old kisses
with the kisses from other lips.

If your love was a fleeting flower
why does it still haunt me
with that cruel worry?
I want to raise my glass for both of us
to forget my stubbornness
and yet I remember her more.

Nostalgia, from hearing her wild laughter
and feeling next to my mouth
like a fire, her breath.
Anguish, from feeling abandoned
and thinking that someone else
soon, soon will talk to her about love.
Brother, I don’t want to lower myself
or beg her, or cry, or tell her
that I can’t live anymore.
From my sad solitude
I’ll watch the dead roses fall
of my youth.

Moan, bandoneon, your gray tango
maybe it hurts you too
some sentimental love.
My soul cries like a puppet
alone and sad on this night
a black night without stars.
If the drinks bring comfort
here I am with my sleeplessness
to drown them once and for all.
I want to drown my heart
so later I can toast
to the failures of love.