Hoy al recordarla

The tango gets stuck in his veins
and in my sorrows it is cornered.
And in the sound that tears
its aromas become claws.
The absent flower of love
has stuck its thorn in my pain.
I will never again return
to her love, nor to that corner.
The tired tango gets stuck
and at his side I die.

Today when I remember her
in my soul I feel
that laments come
of distant loves.
And in the bandoneons
I notice that tangled
the tired notes
they say to me brother.
Today remembering her
I will go in my madness
through dark streets
that know my anguish.
What a sad night,
memories emerge
and in shadows I lose myself
mourning his love.

The tango gets stuck in her veins,
and in my sorrows it becomes a wound.
Its sad notes follow
that peek into my life.
While the bandoneon sobs
my heart despairs.
Because it does not find in its pain
that warmth of the one who waits.
The tired tango gets stuck
and by its side I die.