Alguien Le Dice Al Tango
Tango que he visto bailar
Contra un ocaso amarillo
Por quienes eran capaces
De otro baile, el del cuchillo.
Tango de aquel maldonado
Con menos agua que barro,
Tango silbado al pasar
Desde el pescante del carro.
Despreocupado y zafado,
Siempre mirabas de frente.
Tango que fuiste la dicha
De ser hombre y ser valiente.
Tango que fuiste feliz,
Como yo también lo he sido,
Según me cuenta el recuerdo;
El recuerdo fue el olvido.
Desde ese ayer, ¡cuántas cosas
A los dos nos han pasado!
Las partidas y el pesar
De amar y no ser amado.
Yo habré muerto y seguirás
Orillando nuestra vida.
Buenos aires no te olvida,
Tango que fuiste y serás.
Someone Tells Tango
Tango that I have seen dancing
Against a yellow sunset
By those who were capable
Of another dance, the one with the knife.
Tango of that Maldonado
With less water than mud,
Tango whistled as it passed
From the driver's seat of the cart.
Unconcerned and free,
You always looked straight ahead.
Tango that were the joy
Of being a man and being brave.
Tango that were happy,
As I have been too,
As memory tells me;
The memory was forgetfulness.
Since that yesterday, how many things
Have happened to both of us!
The departures and the sorrow
Of loving and not being loved.
I may have died and you will continue
Bordering our lives.
Buenos Aires does not forget you,
Tango that you were and will be.
Escrita por: Jorge Luis Borges