Patio porteño

To live remembering those moments
They bring deep pain to my soul,
For no longer are heard, of love, throbbing.
The sweet songs of the faithful troubadour.
 
Alas, if I could return to the past
The beautiful past that I cherished,
I would go to the grille where I had sung
When there was more joy and more faith.
 
Its soft gleam the silver moon
Behind the clouds has gone to hide,
Seeing that I alone, with my serenade
My sorrows, my troubles, I sing to you again.
Perhaps the joy of the porteño courtyard
Will take me to your grille with this song,
Perhaps I'll go away if my efforts are in vain.
But I want to leave you my faithful heart.
 
They will be remembrances of the porteño courtyard
Such beautiful moments of lively restlessness,
You see, the guitars today lie without sleep
Where have you gone, virile youth.
 
The tender wisterias have also dried up
The beautiful jasmine of the country is no more,
From the porteño courtyard there is only left
Memories of a time that was happier.