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Farewell, Brother

Nostalgia perfumes the Buenos Aires night
Bohemian wine bars and a singer
So many serenades under the stars
With the full moon rising up a balcony
 
You remember that you loved the Colombian sun
That beautiful homeland will not forget you
Colombia now weeps for its missing singer
And in passing left you a kiss on the forehead
Colombia now weeps for its missing singer
And in passing left you a kiss on the forehead
 
We will go on together, my beloved brother
Wherever I go, you will go with me
And in all the zambas1 and little waltzes,
Your strength, little brother, will go with me
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Bahía Blanca bears the sorrows of childhood
A scar that healed the pain of the soul
The entire town is sad for your vibrant voice
Through its little streets you became a singer
The entire town is sad for your vibrant voice
Through its little streets you became a singer
 
Everyone remembers you, and on a long night
The bells toll from loneliness
You will return in a zamba with a bass drum and guitar
It hurts in my soul to feel that your are not here
You will return in a zamba with a bass drum and guitar
It hurts in my soul to feel that you are not here
 
We will go on together, my beloved brother
Wherever I go, you will go with me
And in all the zambas and little waltzes,
Your strength, little brother, will go with me
 

• 1. Argentinian handkerchief dance

If you were left alone

Somebody told me today that you are sad
Your pain seemed ironic to me
And I remembered the night you left
And I relived the days of love
 
The afternoon got filled with sadness
And it hurt me to suddenly understand
How in some corner of my mind
Your feminine warmth remained forever
 
If you were left alone, it would be because when you left
You didn't know how to measure the love I had for you
If you were left alone, revise your memory
To love is a glory that I offered you
 
If you were left alone, without anyone to love you
Your fault, my friend, it's time to pay
If you were left alone, you deserve it
To cry the good you have lost is not having known how to love
 
Nobody grows roses without taking care of them
They cannot give perfume nor color
If it weren't for hands to love them
No flower would ever grow
 
If you were left alone, I'm sorry
But you should have understood at least
It wasn't nice to mock my feelings
Now, I am sorry, it's not the time to love
 
If you were left alone, it would be because when you left
You didn't know how to measure the love I had for you
If you were left alone, revise your memory
To love is a glory that I offered you
 
If you were left alone, without anyone to love you
Your fault, my friend, it's time to pay
If you were left alone, you deserve it
To cry the good you have lost is not having known how to love
 

Bahía Blanca

Such a long absence, my beloved country,
Without seeing your scenery, my place of birth...
Life has led me to other roads
But, Bahía Blanca, I will not forget you
Life has led me to other roads
But, Bahía Blanca, I will not forget you
 
You keep in your bosom those days
of reading textbooks, white smocks
And under the shade of your tamarisks
My childhood has remained without wanting to leave
And under the shade of your tamarisks
My childhood has remained without wanting to leave...
 
I give to you, Bahía Blanca, my nighttime zamba
And I wish to sing to my beloved Villa Mitre,
To Rosario bridge, to my dear old school
And even to the beloved path that leads to the levee...
To Rosario bridge, to my dear old school
And even to the beloved path that leads to the levee...
 
Oh, brother wind, take with you my song
disturbing the waters of Mina Postal
May it say, in its voice, to the tender pasture
That never do I forget you, that always you are in my heart
May it say, in its voice, to the tender pasture
That never do I forget you, that always you are in my heart
 
I only wish that on my last winter
I will reach your land and there will finally rest
So as to see myself sprouting as a sprig from a furrow
Or become upon a tree another fruit
So as to see myself sprouting as a sprig from a furrow
Or become upon a tree another fruit...
 
I give to you, Bahía Blanca, my nighttime zamba
And I wish to sing to my beloved Villa Mitre,
To Rosario bridge, to my dear old school
And even to the beloved path that leads to the levee...
To Rosario bridge, to my dear old school
And even to the beloved path that leads to the levee...
 

Old mom

When I got out of home
i said goodbye with my hand
and old mom stayed
so sad at the door in the ranch
and old mom stayed
so sad at the door in the ranch
 
She gave me permission
for me to pay her with a thousand kisses
and I went straigth to the path
with my suitcase of dreams
and I went straigth to the path
with my suitcase of dreams
 
Old mom, I sing to you from here,
this zamba i once promised
zamba ay, to be the first
so you remember me
zamba ay, to be the first
so you remember me
 
Although i'm so far away
from the home where i was born
i swear my old mom
i'm not forgetting you
i swear my old mom
i'm not forgetting you
 
I know at nigths
you see me from a star
and you have gone to heaven
and my soul sorrows and whisper
and you have gone to heaven
and my soul sorrows and whisper
 
Old mom, I sing to you from here
this zamba I once promised
zamba ay, to be the first
so you remember me
zamba ay, to be the first
so you remember me
 

Like one worships the sun

You want me to sing to you,
idolized woman,
the woman loved the most
by this trovadour.
 
If I have no breath left
and my soul is sick,
for my poor heart
can´t find peace anymore.
 
You see now, my life, how big is my love,
love that it is just an illusion now,
I dreamed that you loved me,
believed in what I dreamed,
believed you worshiped me
like I worship you.
 
But don´t think I will hold a grudge,
I will just suffer this pain in silence,
but you will know, my life,
you will know, flower of passion,
that I have loved you so much,
like one worships the Sun.
 
I would like to confess
how much I love you,
how much I adore you,
like one worships the Sun.
 
On the other hand, I would not want
to know that you abhor me,
I would rather die of passion
a thousand times over.
 
You see now, my life, how big is my love,
love that it is just an illusion now,
I dreamed that you loved me,
believed in what I dreamed,
believed you worshiped me
like I worship you.
 
But don´t think I will hold a grudge,
I will just suffer this pain in silence,
but you will know, my life,
you will know, flower of passion,
that I have loved you so much,
like one worships the Sun.