That night (tango)
Music: Jaime Wilensky
Written: Alberto Lago

That night was a torturated night
her treason was fixed on my mind
that moment, was increasing
destroyed passion and a cruel disappointment
my foolish prays claimed aching
were beaten by raw reality
stayed inert, by its punishment
in an empty desolate without mercy.

Nothing
of that night darkened
so much grief, unhapiness and malaise
everything
is put out, in this life
till reaching to its end
I am looking for
some shelter and to finish
this agony that I can not bear
I want to quiet my crying
to close my eyes and not awake.