Garganta Con Arena
Ya ves, el día no amanece
Polaco Goyeneche, cantame un tango más
Ya ves, la noche se hace larga
Tu vida tiene un karma: Cantar, siempre cantar
Tu voz, que al tango lo emociona
Diciendo el punto y coma que nadie le cantó
Tu voz, con duendes y fantasmas
Respira con el asma de un viejo bandoneón
Canta, garganta con arena
Tu voz tiene la pena que Malena no cantó
Canta, que Juárez te condena
Al lastimar tu pena con su blanco bandoneón
Canta, la gente está aplaudiendo
Y aunque te estés muriendo, no conocen tu dolor
Canta, que Troilo desde el cielo
Debajo de tu almohada, un verso te dejó
Cantor de un tango algo insolente
Hiciste que a la gente le duela, le duela tu dolor
Cantor de un tango equilibrista
Más que cantor, artista con vicios de cantor
Ya ves, a mí y a Buenos Aires
Nos falta siempre el aire cuando no está tu voz
A vos, que tanto me enseñaste
El día que cantaste conmigo una canción
Canta, garganta con arena
Tu voz tiene la pena que Malena no cantó
Canta, que Juárez te condena
Al lastimar tu pena con su blanco bandoneón
Canta, la gente está aplaudiendo
Y aunque te estés muriendo, no conocen tu dolor
Canta, que Troilo desde el cielo
Debajo de tu almohada, un verso te dejó
Throat with Sand
You see, the day doesn't dawn
Polaco Goyeneche, sing me one more tango
You see, the night becomes long
Your life has a karma: Sing, always sing
Your voice, that moves the tango
Saying the semicolon that nobody sang to it
Your voice, with goblins and phantoms
Breathes with the asthma of an old bandoneon
Sing, throat with sand
Your voice carries the sorrow that Malena didn't sing
Sing, that Juárez condemns you
By hurting your sorrow with his white bandoneon
Sing, people are applauding
And even if you're dying, they don't know your pain
Sing, because Troilo from heaven
Left a verse under your pillow
Singer of a somewhat insolent tango
You made people feel, feel your pain
Singer of a tightrope tango
More than a singer, an artist with singer's vices
You see, both me and Buenos Aires
Always lack air when your voice is not here
To you, who taught me so much
The day you sang with me a song
Sing, throat with sand
Your voice carries the sorrow that Malena didn't sing
Sing, that Juárez condemns you
By hurting your sorrow with his white bandoneon
Sing, people are applauding
And even if you're dying, they don't know your pain
Sing, because Troilo from heaven
Left a verse under your pillow