Letra de Villoldo
Música de Villoldo
Villoldo’s versión (1903)
Old milonga
that on my hours of sadness
brings to my mind
an affectionate reminiscence
and chaining me to your notes
sweetly,
I feel my soul
shrinking little by little.
Now that the years
have whitened my temples,
dear tango,
old tango that overpowers me
with the cadence
of its felt music,
I remember that period,
so wonderful that it’s gone.