Mi Buenos Aires Querido

My beloved Buenos Aires,
when I see you again,
there will be no more sorrows or forgetfulness.
The little streetlight where I was born
was the guardian of my promises of love,
beneath its restless little light, I saw her,
my girl shining like the sun.
Today, as luck has it, I get to see you again,
port city of my one true love,
and I hear the lament
of a bandoneón,
inside my chest, my heart begs for freedom.

My Buenos Aires,
flowering land
where I will end my life.
Under your protection,
there are no disappointments,
years fly by,
pain is forgotten.
In a caravan,
the memories pass
like a sweet trail
of emotion,
I want you to know
that when I think of you,
the sorrows
of my heart fade away.

The little windows of my backstreet,
where a young girl in bloom smiles;
I want to see again
those eyes that caress with their gaze.
In the most wicked alley, a song,
pleads its case with courage and passion;
a promise
and a sigh
wiped away a tear of sorrow from that song.

My beloved Buenos Aires...
when I see you again...
there will be no more sorrows or forgetfulness...