Desde Aquella Noche (part. Armando Laborde)

It's like a dream without end
That had no awakening
And perhaps he will not have

Voice of a sentimental violin
Between the smoke of that bar
Where I saw you appear

I know that once
I will find you again
Shadow that to a hundred ports
It's dragging my life down

In Buenos Aires or in Shanghai
Between the smoke of some bar
I will watch you appear

Since that night
I loved you forever
Since that night
My love
At the Friday bar

Whenever a violin
With his subtle voice
Wrap me up
In his excitement

That moment
Where I found you
My evocation is around

Since that night
I will never forget you

Since that night
My love
At the Friday bar