This song discusses, like many other tangos, our longing for lost loves, but I find these lyrics particularly beautiful, because the mood that is being created is in one way or another very tangible, very imaginitive. When I listen to this I almost feel like I am actually sitting there, near the lake, while the sun goes down and the night reinforces my melancholy and solitude. Lucio Demare´s dark, misty, subtle music is a perfect match here.

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Another evening goes by

The sun goes down in the lake
and the lark stops singing.
The evening steps aside
and gives way to the darkness.
Once again the spring
is inviting me to dream.
My waiting may be of no use
but I will wait for her anyway.

Another evening goes by
without your cheerfulness
and you are so far away, my love.
Perhaps my suffering is yours,
and you may have already turned around
on that path of farewell.
Another evening goes by,
and in my hope, as well,
another evening goes by.

Once again, the spring
is inviting me to dream.
My waiting may be of no use
but I will wait for her anyway.
Another evening goes by,
and in my hope, as well,
another evening goes by.

(The night puts its cloak on.
On a way without traces
goes the shepherdess of silver
with her flock of stars.
And once again, the spring
is inviting me to dream.
My waiting may be of no use
but I will wait for her anyway.)