La vi llegar

I saw her arrive...
Caress of her brief hand!
I saw her coming...
Lark that whipped the snow!
Your love -I was able to tell her- melts in the mystery
of a caressing tango that moans for both of us.

And the bandoneon
-bitter rhyme in oblivion!
cried his voice,
which broke in the dense mist.
And in despair,
as cruel as no other,
I saw her depart without the word of farewell.

It was my world of illusion...
The heart knew it,
that still always remembers her loss....
It was my world of illusion
and it was lost from me,
adding me to the shadow of pain.
There is a ghost in the endless night.
There is a ghost that haunts my silence.
It is the memory of her voice,
the beat of her song,
the night of her oblivion and her rancor.

I saw her coming...
Murmur of her light step!
I saw her coming...
Aurora that erased the snow!
Lost in the darkness, my faltering footsteps
seeks her in my terrible ram of pain.

And the bandoneon
calls her name in its moan,
with that voice
that called her from oblivion.
And in this brutal disenchantment that condemns me
I saw her leave, without the word of goodbye...