Letra de Alfredo Le Pera
Música de Carlos Gardel
Traducido por Matt Curtis Waldroop
«RETURN»
I can foresee now the faint
flickering
of lights which in the far direction
mark the place of my returning.
They’re the same that did illuminate,
with their so pallid reflections,
many deep hours of dolor.
And although I wished not to regress,
always one returns to his premier
amor.
The age-old street where the echo
would express:
«To you her life belongs, to you her
love does turn,»
beneath the burlesque gazing of the
heavens’ stars,
which with indifference today watch
me return…
Return…
with my forehead now withered,
and with the snows of time
silvering my temples.
To feel…
that life is but a puff of wind,
that really twenty years is nothing,
that the glance so fevering,
errant among the shadows,
seeks thee and thy name echoes.
To live…
with my soul tightly clutching
to a dulcet remembrance,
for which I cry again.
I’m afraid of the encounter
with the dead past that returns
to confront itself against my life.
I’m afraid of the endless nights
that, peopled with remembrances,
enchain all of my dreaming.
But the traveler who flees into the
void
will sooner or later desist from his
running.
And although oblivion, by which all
is destroyed,
may have murdered off my ancient
illusion,
I keep deeply hidden an aspiration
so humble,
which is the total amount of my
heart’s fortune.
Return…
with my forehead now withered,
and with the snows of time
silvering my temples.
To feel…
that life is but a puff of wind,
that really twenty years is nothing,
that the glance so fevering,
errant among the shadows,
seeks thee and thy name echoes.
To live…
with my soul tightly clutching
to a dulcet remembrance,
for which I cry again.