Carlos Gardel

Tango, bandoneon, a guitar that cries
In a rhythm of desperate love
A cabaret that closes its doors
A street of love and sin

A guard watching on a corner
A couple looking for a hotel
A trace of melody
A whistle, an immortal longing
Carlos Gardel

Carlos Gardel
Buenos Aires sang in your song
Buenos Aires cried in your tears
And vibrated in your voice
Carlos Gardel

Your song was the baton of a maestro
Making hearts beat
In the bitterness of your melodies

Carlos Gardel
If you sang the tragedy of the lost
Understanding their lives
Forgiving their roles

That's why as long as there's a sad tango
A fool, a cabaret, a guitar
You will live on
Carlos Gardel

Carlos Gardel
Buenos Aires sang in your song
Buenos Aires cried in your tears
And vibrated in your voice
Carlos Gardel

Your song was the baton of a maestro
Making hearts beat
In the bitterness of your melodies

That's why as long as there's a sad tango
A fool, a cabaret, a guitar
You will live on
Carlos Gardel