Nostalgia

I want to drown my heart
to forget a crazy love
that more than love is just pain.
And here I come for that,
to erase old kisses,
in the kisses of another mouth.

If her love was just a fleeting flower
why does this cruel worry
always stick with me?
I want to raise my glass for both of us
to forget my stubbornness
and yet I remember her more.

Nostalgia... of hearing her wild laughter
and feeling next to my mouth, like
a fire her... breath.
Anguish... of feeling abandoned
and thinking that someone else by her side, soon,
soon... will talk to her about love.
Brother, I don’t want to lower myself,
or beg her, or cry to her, or tell her...
that I can’t live anymore.
From my sad solitude,
I’ll watch the dead roses fall...
of my youth.

Moan, bandoneon... your gray tango.
Maybe it hurts you the same...
some sentimental love.
If the drinks bring comfort, here I am
with my sleepless nights
to drown them once and for all.
I want to raise my glass for both of us
and then be able to toast...
for the failures of love.