Boedo y San Juan

From here, from Boedo and San Juan,
I'm going to sing
a sad and heartfelt tango...
Because I want to greet and remember
the neighborhood where I was born...
Where is the emotion
of my childhood,
with a blue sky of stripes...
Kites of color,
paper illusions,
that the wind has already blown away!...
All that, where is it?
little corners of my yesterday,
from here, from Boedo and San Juan?

Today, as I begin to grow gray
and to understand
what life is...
What I would give to come back
and to have
the lost age!
Today, as autumn begins
dusk
of my existence...
How I long for what was
the fleeting landscape
of that clear dawn!...

From here, from Boedo and San Juan
I left once
and I got lost in the distance...
Who doesn't dream in the café
at one time or another..,
to take a trip to France!...
There my neighborhood was
far away from me
but very close to my soul!
And in the nights of Paris
its memory grew bigger
and in ten years I did not return...
And when I came back, I found him
so changed, that I cried
as when I left...

Today, as I begin to turn gray
and to understand
what life is...
What I would give to come back,
and to have
the lost age!
Today, as autumn begins
dusk
of my existence...
How I long for what was
the fleeting landscape
of that clear dawn!...
All that, where is it?
little corners of my yesterday,
of here, of Boedo and San Juan?