El Barrio de Mis Andanzas

I return to the old house on the little street
Where happily I spent my early days
At the entrance there's a saint with a candle
My guitar and my cuatro are still there

In the room the hammock and the trinkets
And a love letter on old paper
There are a few seventy-eight records
Of old tangos sung by Carlos Gardel

The neighborhood of my wanderings, where I lived fully
Where my childhood, my youth, my adolescence passed
Restlessly and intoxicated with longing
I return with hope to spend my old age

Walking, I stumble upon memories
And the old overwhelms me with its fragrance
There are a few friends from that childhood
And the one who was my old and sick teacher

Those regulars and characters
Those with the idiosyncrasy of the good Zuliano
Those who made the everyday more pleasant
Have now fulfilled their mission and are on a journey

The neighborhood of my wanderings, where I lived fully
Where my childhood, my youth, my adolescence passed
Restlessly and intoxicated with longing
I return with hope to spend my old age

That restless girl who was my love
The one who carved on a tree that she adored me
I found her in the neighborhood and from the emotion
A tear pearl rolled down her face

We hugged tightly with crazy fury
And together we remembered the love affairs
A shiver ran through my body
As I tasted the honey of her mouth once again

The neighborhood of my wanderings, where I lived fully
Where my childhood, my youth, my adolescence passed
Restlessly and intoxicated with longing
I return with hope to spend my old age