The Escape - Carlos Cabral

Down by the riverbank
lived a happy old Italian,
he worked hard night and day
beside his special lady.

After having you - Carlos Bahr

After having you,
What reason is there to think of time,
how many hours have passed or remain?

The witch - Francisco Gorrindo

Drowning this scream
that rises up from my chest
and arrives on my lips full of malice,
I return to your side, with my hands tied,

Giddy-up, bull - Anonymous

Giddy-up, bull, little bull,

Little bull from the little pen.

Streetlamp - Homero Expósito

A humble neighborhood with houses

that reflect its tin sorrow.

A human neighborhood

whose stories are sung in tangos

Imagine, civilised being - Juan Rodolfo Wilcock

Imagine, civilised being, that you are the

Last man left on the earth and imagine:

All the diamonds have returned as stones

You are the King of America and of Russia

You can clean your arse with banknotes

But why now would you need to do so

Out of some scruple towards the worms?

Gaucho’s Nest - Hector Marcó

With shining colors of hope,

the countryside puts on its plumage

and the wind’s chords throb

through the grasses

and the flowers.

The Night You Went Away - José María Contursi

Sometimes,

when your face appears in my dreams,

fleeting and radiant as a ray of sunlight,

I feel as though your hands warm mine

as they shiver with cold, and you declare your love!

Close to Your Heart - José María Contursi

What a horrible night I’ve had!

Everything in my room is cold.

I owe it all to you, my love:

despair and weariness.

Winter - Enrique Cadícamo

It has returned:

winter, with its white veil—

the frost has already begun to sparkle

in my loveless life.

Simplicity - Jorge Luis Borges

The garden gate swings open,

gently, like a page in a book

that I have often questioned,

Neighborhood Romance - Homero Manzi

First, a far-off April date—

your dark balcony, your old-fashioned garden.

Later on the feverish pulse of your letters—

lying with “no,” vowing that “yes…”

Sin - Carlos Bahr

I know not

whether this is forbidden;

if there’ll be forgiveness;

or if I’ll be carried to the brink of the abyss.

All that I know:

This is Love.

Inside the Display Fridge it's Always Daytime - Valerina Tentoni

The things in there don’t complain, don’t ask any god

to turn out the light. They wait their turn.

Storm - Enrique Santos Discépolo

Howling amidst lightning,

lost in the storm

of this endless night,

oh Lord! I seek your name…

Forgotten - Enrique Cadícamo

They killed poor Contreras!

They had just gotten married—can you believe it?

Afterwards - Homero Manzi

Afterwards…

the bloody moon and your emotion,

knowing that the end is coming

on a dark stormcloud.

Your Lips Will Tell Me - Hector Marcó

You don’t love me anymore, but I can’t blame you—

if you can do this, then I can hide my tears.

But you alone, you and my heart,

shall answer to God one day.

You Will Never Return - Miguel Caló and Osmar Maderna

When she said goodbye, I wanted to cry

then without her love, I wanted to scream.

I Abandoned Her and I Didn’t Know - José Canet

Kneaded between the silver and gold

of serenades

and wild dance parties,

cradled by the sounds

of bandoneons,

this tango was born.