Anclao en Paris

Thrown by the life of a bohemian wanderer
I am, Buenos Aires, anchored in Paris.
Covered with evils, banded with urgency,
I evoke you from this distant country.
I contemplate the snow that falls softly
from my window, which overlooks the boulevard
the reddish lights, with a dying tone,
look like pupils of a strange gaze.

Far away Buenos Aires, how beautiful you must be!
It's been ten years since you've seen me sail...
Here, in this Montmartre, sentimental fobourg,
I feel that the memory stabs me with its dagger.

How your Corrientes Street must have changed...!
Suipacha, Esmeralda, your very suburb...!
Someone has told me that you are flourishing
and a set of streets is diagonally...
You don't know how much I want to see you!
Here I am stranded, without money and without faith....
Who knows, one night I'll be in death's hands
and, goodbye Buenos Aires, I will never see you again!