Charly Gardel, Tango!
i guess the blink
of the lights that far away
are showing my return
Are the same that lighted
with itīs pale reflects
deep hours of pain.
And despite i didīnt wantted the return
always returns
to the first love.
The old street
where i home myself
Yours is his life
Yours his love.
Under the cheating
look of the stars
that with indiference
they see me return.
Return
with the faded front head
the snow of time
silvered my side head.
Feel
is a blow the life
that twenty years is nothing
that feberish the look
missing on the shadows
looks for you and speels you.
Live
with the solul holding
to a sweet memorie
that cryed again.
iīm afraid of the meet
with the past that returns
to face my life.
i{m afraid of the nights
that crowded with memories
will chain my dreaming.
But the traveler that run away
sooner or later
stops his ride.
And besides the forget
that everything destroy
have killed my ilusion.
I keep hided
a poor hope
that is all the fortune
of my heart.
Return
with the faded front head
the snow of time
silvered my side head.
Feel
is a blow the life
that twenty years is nothing
that feberish the look
missing on the shadows
looks for you and speels you.
Live
with the soul holding
to a sweet memorie
that cryed again.
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