Her fragile figure illuminated the room
Presence of wings of tango, stunning and seductive
If Escola* had seen her, he would have taken her with him
So pale, in her black dress, she flew with pleasure

Time wasn’t time in that place
A singular pleasure it was, to see the couples dance
Each turn in my head was a story
Buenos Aires, with her magic, entered into my memory, and stayed

Aromas of the night entered through the window
The two-by-four reigned in their breathless gaze
The dancer caressed her beautiful back.
He made her turn her feet to the beating of the soul

Wings of tango filled the shadows with moon
And in a toast of champagne the room was left to darkness
the day that tango is danced in the streets of love
Face to face, eyes closed, heart to heart

Each turn in my head was a story
Buenos Aires, with her magic, entered into my memory, and stayed

Su frágil figurita iluminaba el salón
Presencia de alas de tango alucinado y seductor
Si scola la hubiera visto se la llevaba con él
Tan pálida, en su vestido negro, volaba de placer

El tiempo no era tiempo en aquel lugar
Un solo gozo era ver las parejas bailar
Cada giro en mi cabeza fué una historia
Buenos aires con su magia se metió en mi memoria

Aromas de la noche entraban por el ventanal
Reinaba el dos por cuatro en las inquietas miradas
Acariciaba el bailarín su linda espalda
Hacía girar sus pies al compás del alma

Alas de tango llenaban de luna la penumbra
Y en un brindis de champagne la sala fué quedando a oscuras
El día que se baile tango en las calles del amor
Cara a cara, ojos cerrados, corazón a corazón

Cada giro en mi cabeza fué una historia
Buenos aires con su magia se metió en mi memoria.

I love this song; it describes the dreaminess of a milonga