Malena sings the tango like no one else
and into each verse she pours her heart,
her voice is perfumed with the weeds of the slum,
Malena feels the pain of the bandoneón.
Perhaps there, in her childhood, her lark's voice
filled with that dark tone of the back alley,
or maybe that romance is only mentioned
when she becomes sad with alcohol…
Malena sings the tango with a shadowed voice,
Malena feels the pain of the bandoneón.
Your song
has the coldness of a last encounter,
your song
is bitter with a salty memory.
I don't know
if your voice is the bloom of sorrow,
I only know
that in the murmur of your tangos,
Malena,
I feel you are better,
much better than I.
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Your tangos are abandoned creatures
that cross over the mud of a back alley
when all the doors are closed
and the ghosts of the song bark.
Malena sings the tango with a broken voice;
Malena feels the pain of the bandoneón.