The Miscellaneous Thread in Donut Hole Forum (Non-MLM Chat) Posted January 4, 2017 To start this 2017 I wanted to give U something special. This song is called "Volver" (1935) that means to return. I tried to translate it the best I could and also I took another translations from other pages to make it better. The bad thing is that of course when you have something written like poetry, you always lose something. And in Tango music, lyrics has been always very important. They even have a language called lunfardo...but that is another story....haha. They way is written is amazing...right in the heart.. Aaaaaannyway, this song always got me...and for me Carlos Gardel was or better yet, IS out of this world...I've always called him the Martian haha. So, here is the lyrics and the song. Hope U enjoy them!! To return (1935) Lyrics by: Alfredo Lepera Music by: Carlos Gardel I imagine the flickering of the lights that in the distance are marking my return. They are the same ones that illuminated with their pale reflections, deep hours of pain. And though I didn't want to return you always return to your first love. The tranquil street where the echo said yours is her life, yours is her love. Under the mocking gaze of the stars that, with indifference, today see me return. To return With the withered forehead, the snows of time have silvered my temples. To feel that life is a puff of wind. that twenty years is nothing, that the feverish look, wandering in the shadow, looks for you and names you. To live... with the soul clutched to a sweet memory that I cry once again. I am afraid of the encounter with the past that returns to confront my life. I am afraid of the nights that, filled with memories, shackle my dreams. But the traveler that flees sooner or later stops his walking. And although the oblivion, who destroys all, has killed my old illusion. I keep concealed a humble hope that is my heart's whole fortune. To return With the withered forehead, the snows of time have silvered my temples. To feel that life is a puff of wind. that twenty years is nothing, that the feverish look, wandering in the shadow, looks for you and names you. To live... with the soul clutched to a sweet memory that I cry once again.