My sweet love,
Essence of the strawberry flower,
You have all the frenzy of a night of fandango,
But it’s the morna that soothes you.
Life is a tango
In its painful elegance;
We are caught up in its turmoil
And dance in its whirl.
Never leave me,
You’re the neon sign of my heart.
My passion’s like the sound of the bandoneon,
Exulting and lamenting with pleasure.
Sing a tango,
Dance with joy and sadness.
In the great hall of your solitude,
A door leads to happiness.