Teach me your language I teach you mine
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Here's my favourite song by Gardel...but I'm too lazy to translate it
(there are too many words I don't know...Luz Casal's lyrics were easier... 
)
Volver
Yo adivino el parpadeo
de las luces que a lo lejos
van marcando mi retorno...
Son las mismas que alumbraron
con sus pálidos reflejos
hondas horas de dolor..
Y aunque no quise el regreso,
siempre se vuelve al primer amor..
La vieja calle donde el eco dijo
tuya es su vida, tuyo es su querer,
bajo el burlón mirar de las estrellas
que con indiferencia hoy me ven volver...
Volver...
con la frente marchita,
las nieves del tiempo blanquearon mi sien...
Sentir...
que es un soplo la vida,
que veinte años no es nada,
que febril la mirada,
errante en las sombras, te busca y te nombra.
Vivir...
con el alma aferrada a un dulce recuerdo que lloro otra vez...
Tengo miedo del encuentro
con el pasado que vuelve
a enfrentarse con mi vida...
Tengo miedo de las noches
que pobladas de recuerdos
encadenan mi soñar...
Pero el viajero que huye
tarde o temprano detiene su andar...
Y aunque el olvido,
que todo destruye,
haya matado mi vieja ilusión,
guardo escondida una esperanza humilde
que es toda la fortuna de mi corazón.
Here's my favourite song by Gardel...but I'm too lazy to translate it
(there are too many words I don't know...Luz Casal's lyrics were easier... )Volver
Yo adivino el parpadeo
de las luces que a lo lejos
van marcando mi retorno...
Son las mismas que alumbraron
con sus pálidos reflejos
hondas horas de dolor..
Y aunque no quise el regreso,
siempre se vuelve al primer amor..
La vieja calle donde el eco dijo
tuya es su vida, tuyo es su querer,
bajo el burlón mirar de las estrellas
que con indiferencia hoy me ven volver...
Volver...
con la frente marchita,
las nieves del tiempo blanquearon mi sien...
Sentir...
que es un soplo la vida,
que veinte años no es nada,
que febril la mirada,
errante en las sombras, te busca y te nombra.
Vivir...
con el alma aferrada a un dulce recuerdo que lloro otra vez...
Tengo miedo del encuentro
con el pasado que vuelve
a enfrentarse con mi vida...
Tengo miedo de las noches
que pobladas de recuerdos
encadenan mi soñar...
Pero el viajero que huye
tarde o temprano detiene su andar...
Y aunque el olvido,
que todo destruye,
haya matado mi vieja ilusión,
guardo escondida una esperanza humilde
que es toda la fortuna de mi corazón.
sigh. If I must.. 
I guess the flicker
Of the lights that far away
Are marking my return…
Are the same ones that gave light
With their pale reflexes
Deep hours of pain..
And even though I didn’t want the return
You always go back to the first love..
The old street where the echo said
Yours is her life, yours is her love,
Below the mocking look of the stars
That see me return today with indifference..
Return..
With a withered forehead,
The snow of time whitened my temple…
Sense…
That life’s a blow (in the good sense Galliano
)
That twenty year’s nothing,
That the look is feverish,
Errant between shadows, looking and naming you.
To live…
With your soul attached to a sweet memory that I cry again…
I’m scared of the encounter
With the past that returns
To confront with my life…
I’m scared that nights
Full with memories
Will chain my dreams…
But the traveller that escapes
Sooner or later stops his walk…
And although the oblivion,
That destroys all,
Has killed my old illusion,
I keep hidden a humble hope
That’s all the fortune of my heart.
It makes so little sense though
Both in english AND spanish, you have to read it really slowly to get the meaning, which you probably can't get in my translation 
I guess I'm no good at it I had to use the dictionary so much, guess drinking and translating shouldn't be mixed together
I guess the flicker
Of the lights that far away
Are marking my return…
Are the same ones that gave light
With their pale reflexes
Deep hours of pain..
And even though I didn’t want the return
You always go back to the first love..
The old street where the echo said
Yours is her life, yours is her love,
Below the mocking look of the stars
That see me return today with indifference..
Return..
With a withered forehead,
The snow of time whitened my temple…
Sense…
That life’s a blow (in the good sense Galliano
)That twenty year’s nothing,
That the look is feverish,
Errant between shadows, looking and naming you.
To live…
With your soul attached to a sweet memory that I cry again…
I’m scared of the encounter
With the past that returns
To confront with my life…
I’m scared that nights
Full with memories
Will chain my dreams…
But the traveller that escapes
Sooner or later stops his walk…
And although the oblivion,
That destroys all,
Has killed my old illusion,
I keep hidden a humble hope
That’s all the fortune of my heart.
It makes so little sense though
Both in english AND spanish, you have to read it really slowly to get the meaning, which you probably can't get in my translation I guess I'm no good at it I had to use the dictionary so much, guess drinking and translating shouldn't be mixed together
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Pashen'ka said:Maybe, avoid smoking next to him...with all that alcohol, you would risk to set him on fire...
Oh you villains! Call me an alcoholic!stersita said:^Ah, but the king has to set a good exampleGet us on the right track
especially Galliano
