Vuelve El Tango

What a joy, Buenos Aires, the tango's back again!
Through the streets of memory, Gardel sings again.
And the kids on my corner are getting ready to dance
This dance so genuine, it’s a national treasure.

A melodious tango plays in the hall's spotlight
And the milonga girls feel their hearts ignite...
It's the tango that returns with its emotional weight
Like my mom's kiss, like the edge of a blade.

The tango returns
Like a breeze that caresses
Reflected in the smile
Of a girl from the barrio.
The tango returns,
Like a positive vibe
That always in life
Accompanies you in loneliness.
The tango returns,
With Pichuco, with Piazzolla,
With Cadícamo, Arolas
And the spirits of Cobián...
The tango returns
It's come back from exile,
Settled in a tenement
Where it will never leave.

What a joy, Buenos Aires, the tango's back again!
Through the streets of memory, Gardel sings again.
And Corrientes, so porteña, wakes up to hear
The song of a calandria and the chirping of a thrush...

A melodious tango plays in the hall's spotlight
And the milonga girls feel their hearts ignite...
It's the tango that returns with its masculine flair,
With its moon, its mystery, and the scent of geranium.