Sense of proportion

Verse;1
The subtle art of conversation —
A gift the soul has longed for since ancient times,
A light that deep shadows cannot extinguish,
Taming the fire of wild passion.

Chorus;1
Don’t fear when a loved one, now and then,
Speaks endlessly of secret dreams,
Pulling you from urgent labors,
Don’t be a silent one with hurried airs.

Verse;2
Like the surge of anxiety and sorrow,
These feelings—like air and light,
The spell of gentle words
Is felt at dawn and in the rain.

Chorus;2
Our life is a tango for two,
A dance of harmony and perfect measure,
Where the heart sets the rhythm,
And faith is the force that creates all.

Verse;3
When the one you love the most
Feels the weight of bitter silence,
Seeks old wounds within the soul
To explain the lack of tenderness.

Chorus;1
Don’t fear when a loved one, now and then,
Speaks endlessly of secret dreams,
Pulling you from urgent labors,
Don’t be a silent one with hurried airs.

Verse;4
Time fills our world with echoes—
Look into the calm of solitude.
Without you noticing, there will come to you
The voice of a plane tree from Recoleta,
An ancient witness to so many love stories.

Chorus;2
Our life is a tango for two,
A dance of harmony and perfect measure,
Where the heart sets the rhythm,
And faith is the force that creates all.

Verse;5
Rejection is a cruel evil,
Loneliness, shadow, cold silent peace.
The man who lives by love
Always waits for a new miracle—
Like a plane tree waits for a new leaf to sprout.

Chorus;1
Don’t fear when a loved one, now and then,
Speaks endlessly of secret dreams,
Pulling you from urgent labors,
Don’t be a silent one with hurried airs.

Bridge
Let’s dream together: how to find
The right measure between “give” and “forgive,”
And learn to weave our words—
Like a tango that warms the heart,
Like the whisper of a plane tree under the moon of Buenos;Aires.

Chorus;2
Our life is a tango for two,
A dance of harmony and perfect measure,
Where the heart sets the rhythm,
And faith is the force that creates all.