| Buenos Aires has a corner | 
| in a forbidden garden, | 
| a certain piazzola, friend of a sparrow | 
| that lends the nest | 
| to see silver sunrise | 
| of golden sunset, of dawn, | 
| a woman's look | 
| Does Buenos Aires have what do I know... | 
| and a poem written | 
| a verse I remember from a goodbye | 
| and what I dedicate | 
| to that character who sang | 
| there is so much wounded tango… He goes for Gardel! | 
| Burn, burn, your name burns my voice | 
| Buenos Aires hurt me | 
| I think of you so much in my soft memories, | 
| But it will go, but it will go, but it will go | 
| that feeling, it arrives, loneliness arrives | 
| let me dream | 
| with your bitter sips, | 
| that today I have a porteño heart | 
| I want the Buenos Aires that flew | 
| of a cold mirror | 
| of a dawn gesticulating love | 
| bringing a book to life | 
| Of currents nothing in the heat, | 
| and in cold alleys | 
| Buenos Aires has a love that was mine | 
| It has Buenos Aires, what do I know and a written poem | 
| a verse I remember from a goodbye | 
| and what I dedicate | 
| to that character who sang | 
| so much hurt tango… | 
| Burn, burn your name, burn my voice | 
| Buenos Aires hurt me | 
| I take you here | 
| in my soft memories... | 
| But it will go, you'll see, it will go | 
| that feeling | 
| loneliness arrives, loneliness arrives | 
| let me dream | 
| with your bitter sips | 
| let me dream, let me dream | 
| with your bitter bit by bit | 
| Burn, burn your name, burn my voice | 
| Buenos Aires hurt me | 
| I think of you so much in my soft memories | 
| But it will go away, but it will go away, that feeling | 
| loneliness arrives, loneliness arrives | 
| let me dream | 
| with your bitter sips | 
| and porteño the heart | 
| To your side, to your side | 
| I know I'm piantao | 
| piantao, piantao in your hands. |