"Nos encontramos al pasar" by Lucio Demare y su Orquesta Típica with Horacio Quintana in vocals, 1945 (English translation of the lyrics).

We meet as we pass
You are the same, the same as yesterday,
There is anxiety in your eyes
And the same gray of dusk.

I know of a deathly sorrow,
That in your soul left
Terror of being able to love.
And it's that deathly sorrow,
The cross of your love, you see
Wanted to separate us.
We meet as we pass by
and today like yesterday
I love you just the same.
Still the same as yesterday, your night
Shadow and pain of a memory,
I do not have a reproach,
If you are in hell
That could do more than me.
I always have that love
It was and is yours, all yours,
Your yesterday undone
It is so far,
It never comes back.
There is a past to forget
And a great pain, which must be killed,
There is another life to live
And there is this love which still lives in me.
We have a long way to go
That's why my voice
It clings to your loneliness.
I seek in the shadow to frighten,
The voices of horror, which shake
Your nights of anxiety.
There is a life and a love,
That is in me
Same as yesterday.