With this tango that is mocking and compadrito
The emotions of my suburb were tied with two wings
With this tango a tango was born and like a scream
It came out of the sordid neighborhood looking for heaven
Strange spell of a love made cadence
That opened paths with no law other than its hope
Mixture of rage, of pain, of faith, of absence
Crying in the innocence of a playful rhythm
For your miracle of ominous notes
The paicas and the grelas were born without thinking
Moon in the puddles, canyengue on the hips
And a fierce desire in the way of loving
When I evoke you
Dear tango
I feel the tiles of a bailongo tremble
And I hear the I grumble about my past
Today that I don't have
More to my mother
I feel that she arrives on tiptoe to kiss me
When your song is born to the sound of a bandoneí ³n
Carancanfunfa went to sea with your flag
And in a flash he mixed Paris with Puente Alsina
You were a compadre of the gabión and the mine
And even comadre del bacán and la pebeta
For you, susheta, cana, reo and mishiadura
Voices were made at birth with your destiny
Mass of skirts, kerosene, tajo and knife
That burned in the tenements and burned in my heart
Dear Tango
Argentine Tango
I feel that the tiles of a bailongo are shaking
And I hear the grumbling of my past
Dear Tango
Argentine Tango
I feel that it arrives on tiptoe to kiss me
When your song is born to the sound of a bandoneón

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