Letra de Enrique Santos Discépolo
Música de Maríano Mores
Compuesto en 1948
Traducido por Ramon Penalva
In my childhood I stared at you
as those things I would never possess
the nose against your window
in an iced blue feeling
that only later, living,
was the same in my soul.
As a school that teaches all things,
in my youth you gave me in wonder
a good smoke…
a faith in my dreams
and a hope for love.
How can I forget you in my lament
«café.ân de Buenos Aires»?
If you are the only one in life
who resembled my mother.
In your strange association
of smart guys and self-killers
I learned philosophy… dice… gamble
and the bitter poetry
of not to think of myself.
You gave me in gold a fistful of friends
the same who cheer my life and my hours
JosÝ the one with dreams
Marcial who still believes and hopes
and skinny Abel… who’s gone
but still he guides me.
On your tables that never ask questions
I wept some day my first disillusion
I knew of pains,
I drank my years
And I gave up with no fight.