Barrio de Tango

A piece of neighborhood, back in Pompeya,
falling asleep at the side of the embankment.
A lantern swinging on the barrier
and the mystery of goodbye sowed by the train.
A dog barking at the moon.
Love hidden in a gate.
And the toads drumming on the lagoon
and in the distance the voice of the bandoneon.

Neighborhood of tango, moon and mystery,
distant streets, how they will be!
Old friends that today I don't even remember,
what have they done to each other, where are they!
Tango neighborhood, what became of that one,
Juana, the blonde, whom I loved so much.
She must know that I suffer, thinking of her,
since the afternoon I left her!
Tango neighborhood, moon and mystery,
from the memory I see you again!

A chorus of whistles there on the corner.
The elbow filling the storehouse.
And the dramón of the pale neighbor
who never came out to watch the train.
That's how I evoke your nights, tango neighborhood,
with the trucks entering the yard
and the moon splashing on the mud
and in the distance the voice of the bandoneon.