Sentimiento gaucho

In an old warehouse on Paseo Colón
where those who have lost their faith go,
all dirty, ragged, I found one afternoon
a drunkard sitting in a dark corner.
When I looked at him I felt a deep emotion
because in his soul I guessed a secret sorrow
and, sitting close to him, I spoke to him,
and he then made this cruel confession to me.
Pay, my friend, attention.

You know that it is a man's condition to suffer.....
The woman I loved with all my heart
has gone to me with a man who knew how to seduce her
and, although she took my joy with her when she left, I would never want to see her again..,
I would never want to see her again... May she be happy in life
with the man who has her for her own good... or what do I know.
Because all that love I felt for her
she cut it with a single stroke with the edge of her betrayal...

But it's useless... I cannot, even if I want to, forget
the memory of the one who was my only love.
For her it must be like the clover of scent
that perfumes the one that life will tear away.
And, if she should one day wish to return
to my side again, I will forgive her.
If a man can be killed out of jealousy
it is forgiven when the love for any woman
to any woman.