Lejos de Buenos Aires (part. Raúl Beron)

With a grimace of sorrow
Old man, sad and without worth
Slowly walking, dragging my pain
Far from the big city
That watched me bloom
In the strangest streets
I feel my soul darken

No one sees my end
Nor cares about my pain
No one wants my friendship
I'm just stuck with my bitterness
And so I wander endlessly
Since the day I arrived
Chasing a crazy dream
I left everything behind
And walking with no destination

Suddenly I react
Hearing a record
That tango song
Waiter, bring another drink
The one sung by Carlos Gardel
And as I listen, I remember it all
The youthful years
So happy that I spent
My old lady, my friendly crew
The girl I left behind
Tango that brings back memories
I want to cry for my Buenos Aires