Mi Buenos Aires Querido

Carlos Gardel (Charles Romuald Gardès) was born in 1890 or 1887 in France or Uruguay; he was a singer, composer and actor; he lives in Argentina from 1893; he died in an airplane accident in 1935 during a tour in Colombia. He is considered as the most important tango of the first half of the 20th century; he wrote many popular tangos in his life and here we have “Mi Buenos Aires Querido” that is a song dedicated to the land where he grows.

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Mi Buenos Aires Querido

Mi Buenos Aires querido,
cuando yo te vuelva a ver,
no habrá más penas ni olvido.

El farolito de la calle en que nací
fue el centinela de mis promesas de amor,
bajo su inquieta lucecita yo la vi
a mi pebeta luminosa como un sol.

Hoy que la suerte quiere que te vuelva a ver,
ciudad porteña de mi único querer,
oigo la queja de un bandoneón,
dentro del pecho pide rienda el corazón.

Mi Buenos Aires, tierra florida
donde mi vida terminará.

Bajo tu amparo no hay desengaño
vuelan los años, se olvida el dolor.

En caravana los recuerdos pasan
como una estela dulce de emoción,
quiero que sepas que al evocarte
se van las penas del corazón.

Las ventanitas de mis calles de Arrabal,
donde sonríe una muchachita en flor;
quiero de nuevo yo volver a contemplar
aquellos ojos que acarician al mirar.

En la cortada más maleva una canción,
dice su ruego de coraje y de pasión;
una promesa y un suspirar
borré una lágrima de pena aquel cantar.

Mi Buenos Aires querido....
cuando yo te vuelva a ver...
no habrá más penas ni olvido...

Carlos Gardel

My dear Buenos Aires

My dear Buenos Aires,
when I see you again,
there won't be more sorrow or forgetfulness.

The lantern on the street where I was born
it was the sentinel of my love promises,
under its restless little light I saw her
my luminous girl like a sun.

Today the fate wants you to see again,
port city of my only love,
I hear the complaint of a bandoneon,
heart ask rein inside the chest.

My Buenos Aires, florid land
where my life will end.

Under your protection there isn't disillusion
years fly, pain was forgotten.

Memories pass in caravan
like a sweet trail of excitement,
I want you to know that calling you
the sorrows of the heart are gone.

The windows of my streets of suburb,
where a young girl smiles in bloom;
I want to return again and see
those eyes that pat when they look.

A song, in the most malevolent cut,
says its plea of courage and passion;
a promise and a sigh
I wiped out a tear of grief in that sing.

My dear Buenos Aires ....
when I see you again ...
there isn't more sorrow or forgetfulness ...

Carlos Gardel

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