Fate and facts made that some of the immigrants that had arrived to stay, and native argentines, were obliged to emigrate, due to crisis…
Maybe those who never came back, kept their souls still flying at this place,
but those who did, are reflected at the verses of the tango: Volver… (return)


I imagine the flickering
of the lights that in the distance
will be marking my return.
They're the same that lit,
with their pale reflections,
deep hours of pain
And even though I didn't want to come back,
you always return to your first love