Derecho viejo

Tango of my city, malevo and sensual,
canyengue and sad, color of the suburbs.
Señor de salón, you have the emotion
of Buenos Aires night.
Come back to emerge in triumphant dance
song without equal that makes you feel
with so much passion in the heart
its embrace of love.

I hear the singing of a sad bandoneon,
that cries in its song the sorrow of a love
that could never be, because of believing
in crazy nonsense.
Everything happened, I don't want to remember
the time that went away,
the joy of your love will never return
to be able to dream of you in my suburb.

What sweetness there is in your voice,
che, bandoneon, with your chamuyo reo.
Nice and dear tango, nobility of the suburbs,
loves of other times...
Go on, go on with your song
to brighten up this beautiful evening,
sounds, sounds bandoneon, your song is always in my heart.
is in the heart.