Tango
Corrientes tres cuatro ocho,
Segundo piso, ascensor;
No hay porteros ni vecinos
Adentro, cóctel y amor.
Pisito que puso maple,
Piano, estera y velador...
Un telefón que contesta,
Una vitrola que llora
Viejos tangos de mi flor,
Y un gato de porcelana
Pa que no maúlle al amor.
Y todo a media luz,
A media luz los dos
A media luz los besos,
A media luz tu y yo
Y todo a media luz,
Crepúsculo interior,
A media luz los besos,
A media luz tu y yo
Con este tango que es burlon y compadrito
Se ato dos alas la emocion de mi suburbio.
Con este tango nacio el tango y como un grito
Salio del sordido barrial buscando el cielo.
Conjuro extrano de un amor hecho cadencia
Que abrio caminos sin mas ley que su esperanza.
Mezcla de rabia, de dolor, de fe, de ausencia
Llorando en la inocencia de un ritmo jugueton.
Tango querido....tango argentino
Siento que llega en punta e'pie para besarme
Cuando tu canto nace al son de un bandoneon.
Tango
Corrientes three four eight,
Second floor, elevator;
No doormen or neighbors
Inside, cocktails and love.
Little apartment with maple floors,
Piano, rug, and lamp...
A telephone that answers,
A crying record player
Old tangos of my flower,
And a porcelain cat
So it doesn't meow at love.
And everything in half-light,
In half-light the two of us
In half-light the kisses,
In half-light you and I
And everything in half-light,
Interior twilight,
In half-light the kisses,
In half-light you and I.
With this tango that is mocking and streetwise
The emotion of my suburb tied two wings.
With this tango, the tango was born and like a shout
It came out of the sordid neighborhood seeking the sky.
Strange spell of a love turned into cadence
That opened paths with no other law than its hope.
Mixture of anger, pain, faith, absence
Crying in the innocence of a playful rhythm.
Beloved tango... Argentine tango
I feel it arriving on tiptoe to kiss me
When your song is born to the sound of a bandoneon.