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 carma
Cantar, siempre cantar
Cantor
De un tango algo insolente
Hiciste que a la gente
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 esta tu voz
Ya ves
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 su 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 just won't break
Polaco Goyeneche
Sing me one more tango
You see
The night just drags on
Your life has its karma
Sing, always sing
Singer
Of a somewhat bold tango
You made the crowd
Feel your pain
Singer
Of a balancing tango
More than a singer, an artist
With the vices of a singer
You see
Me and Buenos Aires
Always short of air
When your voice isn't here
You see
How much you taught me
The day you sang
A song with me
Sing
Throat with sand
Your voice carries the sorrow
That Malena never sang
Sing
For Juárez condemns you
As it hurts his pain
With his white bandoneón
Sing
The crowd is applauding
And even if you're dying
They don't know your pain
Sing
For Troilo from the heavens
Left you a verse
Under your pillow