No Me Toquen Ese Vals

I'm getting used to not looking at you
I'm getting used to being without you
I don't need you anymore
I don't need you anymore
How good it is to be alone
How good it is to live like this
I'm getting used to not looking at you
I'm getting used to it
To be without you

What cursed lips
Because they want to hurt me
If I die without you
My life where are you?
Don't play that waltz for me because you'll kill me
She sang it to me
Like her, no one else

If I pass through Florida I will remember you
If I go through La Valle it is all the same to me
Yes, I am in Corrientes
Yes, I'm in Palermo
All over Buenos Aires
You are always with me
I'm going to get used to not looking at you
I'm going to get used to it
God who goes

What cursed lips
Because they want to hurt me
If I die without you
My life where are you?
Don't play that waltz for me because you'll kill me
She sang it to me
Like her, no one else

Beloved, it is impossible to erase from my memory
The memory of your strange gaze haunts me
That laugh of yours, your tempting lips
They left their charm on my anxiety

In my wandering soul your soul melted
As the plain melts when the Sun kisses it
That's why even though other lips gave me their tenderness
None like yours came to my heart

Your eyes were the themes of my songs
Your lips were music in my song
And now your eyes are my pain and my sorrow
Those lips of yours are my fatal destiny

They say that with time memories fade
What was once a passion is forgotten
Lie! When you die and come down to my grave
You will see that the flame of my love still burns for you

In my crazy bohemian life I have loved other women
With the infinite faith of one who wants to forget
Your dreamy eyes always torment me
And I sigh nostalgically as I recall
What reminiscences there are in my dreams
I have cried for you through entire twilights
My eyes are still wet from crying
Evoking those hours that still live in me