Anclao En Paris [English translation]

Drawn by the life of a wandering Bohemian

I am, Buenos Aires, anchored in Paris

Hardened by evils, buffeted by pressures

I reminisce about you from this distant country.

I contemplate the snow that falls softly

From my window overlooking the boulevard.

Reddish lights with muted tones

Seem like pupils with a strange gaze.

Distant Buenos Aires,

How beautiful you must be…!

It must be ten years

Since you saw me sail.

Here in this Monmartre,

Sentimental suburb

I feel that the memory

Drives a dagger into me...

How you must have changed Corrientes street,

Suipacha, Esmeralda, your very suburb …!

Someone told me that it is flourishing

And a set of streets runs diagonally.

You don't know my desire to see you!

Here I stand, without money and without faith…

Who knows one night Death takes me

And bye, Buenos Aires, I will not see you again…!