• bir diğer ismi "rinascero" olan astor piazzolla tangosu.bu eserin orijinal versiyonunda, güçlü bir kadın sesi 3001 yılında buenos aires'te yeniden doğacağını haykırıp durur.ancak buenos aires'in isminin geçmediği versiyonuna rastlamak da mümkün.
    eserde baştan sona gerilimli bir hava mevcuttur, kadının sesinde öyle bir hava vardır ki isyan, güç, tutku taa derinlerden hissedilir.şarkının bir yerinde iyice pianolaşan esrarengiz bir kısım vardır.bu kısım eğer gidon kremer'in kemanıyla ve kadının kısık sesiyle rüyanıza girse kendinizi karanlıkta ve gecenin ortasında insan sesine ragmen yapayalnız hissedebilirsiniz, korkabilirsiniz.bu zifiri karanlıktan sonra kadın yine tüm enerjisini ortaya koyar, bagırır ve rinascero(=yeniden doğacağım), rinascero, rinascero diye bitirir.

    ingilizce sözleri:
    i'll be reborn in buenos aires in another june afternoon
    with a tremendous desire to love and to live.
    i'll be reborn fatally, it will the year 3001
    and there will be a autumn sunday at san martin square.
    little stray dogs will bark at my shadow,
    with my modest baggage i'll arrive from the beyond
    and kneeling down on my dirty and pretty river plate,
    i'll knead me another tireless heart of mud and salt
    and three shoe shiners, three clowns and three sorcerers will come, my immortal accomplices cheering: hey, you, let's go!
    be born, be born, let's go life, go ahead brother that it is hard
    but good the task to die and to be reborn.
    i'll be reborn, i'll be reborn, i'll be reborn,
    and a great extraterrestrial voice will restore the strength, old
    and painful, of the faith to return, to grow, to fight.
    i'll wear a carnation from another planet on my lapel,
    because if nobody has reborn, i will.
    my buenos aires, thirtieth century, you'll see,
    i'll be reborn, i'll be reborn, i'll be reborn.
    i'll be reborn of the things that i loved so much, so much,
    when the gods at home softly tell, "he came back,"
    i'll kiss the memory of your sleepy eyes
    to continue the poem that i left incomplete half way through,
    i'll be reborn in the fruits of a working marketplace
    and from the serene filth of a romantic cafe,
    from a sidereal subway, plaza de mayo to saturn
    and from an uprising of workers in the south, i'll be reborn,
    but you'll see that i'm reborn in the year 3001
    and with boys and girls, who have not been and will be,
    i'll bless the land, our land and i swear to you
    that we will found buenos aires again.
    i'll be reborn...
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