Desde lejos

Guitar that accompanies me
Through lonely and strange lands,
Give to your sad singer
Of your strings, the charm,
So that my song may be
A music of love.
 
Love that will always remember
What I love and will love most,
To my mother, the little house,
And the sweet little bride
That I left waiting there.
While I, my guitar
I'll sing this melody,
The hope of returning...
 
Buenos Aires, the queen of the Plata
From afar I only know how to remember you.
Buenos Aires, my beloved land
How was it that I was able to leave you.
With my guitar and a dream
One morning I left,
And today, laughing Buenos Aires
Far away I cannot live.