El Barrio de Mis Andanzas

I return to the old house on the alley
Where I happily spent my first days
At the entrance there is a saint with a candle
My guitar and my cuatro are still there

In the room the hammock and the strollers
And a love letter on old paper
There are a few seventy-eight records
From old tangos that Carlos Gardel sang

The neighborhood of my wanderings, where I lived to the fullest
Where my childhood, my youth, my childhood passed by
With restlessness and intoxicated with longing
I return with the hope of spending my old age

Walking I stumble upon memories
And the old invades me with its fragrance
There are one or another friend from that childhood
And who was my old and sick teacher

Those parishioners and characters
Those of the idiosyncrasy of the good Zuliano
Those who made everyday life more enjoyable
Today they have fulfilled their mission and are on their way

The neighborhood of my wanderings, where I lived to the fullest
Where my childhood, my youth, my childhood passed by
With restlessness and intoxicated with longing
I return with the hope of spending my old age

That restless little girl who was my love
The one that engraved on a tree that adored me
I got it in the neighborhood and out of excitement
A pearl of tears rolled down her face

We hugged each other tightly with crazy fury
And together we remember the love affairs
A shiver ran through my body
Well, I tasted the honey from his mouth again

The neighborhood of my wanderings, where I lived to the fullest
Where my childhood, my youth, my childhood passed by
With restlessness and intoxicated with longing
I return with the hope of spending my old age