With this tango that's frisky and flashy,
two wings were attached, the ambition to my slum.
With this tango the tango was born and like a hail
left the sordid mire looking for the sky.
Strange spell of a love made to cadence
that opened paths with more hope than justice,
a blend of rage, of pain, of expectation, of deprivation
crying in the innocence of a playful rhythm.
Through your miracle of oracular notes,
they leaped out without a thought, the damsels and the dames,
the moon on the puddles, the swinging* of hips,
and a fiery yearning in the way of loving.
When evoking you... lovely tango
I feel the tiles of a ballroom how they tremble
and I hear the rumble of my past.
Now that I don't have... my mother anymore,
I feel her coming on tiptoes to kiss me
as your song arises from the sound of an accordion.
Tango with cortes** crossed the sea under your flag
and in a Pernod it mixed Paris with Puente Alsina.
You were friend with the philanderers and the ladies
and even matchmaker of the nobs and the girls.
Because of you dandies, cops, illiterates and paupers
became voices springing out of your destiny,
a mass of skirts, paraffin, slashes and knives,
that burned in the tenements and burned in my heart.
Lovely tango... argentinian tango
I feel the tiles of a ballroom how they tremble
and I hear the rumble of my past.
Lovely tango... argentinian tango
I feel her coming on tiptoes to kiss me
as your song arises from the sound of an accordion***.