Malena

Malena sings the tango like no other
And in every verse she puts her heart
To the weed of the suburb, her voice perfumes
Malena has the sorrow of the bandoneon

Perhaps back in childhood her voice of a lark
Took on that dark tone of the alley
Or maybe that romance that she only mentions
When she gets sad with alcohol

Malena sings the tango with a shadowy voice
Malena has the sorrow of the bandoneon

Your song has the coldness of the last encounter
Your song becomes bitter in the salt of memory
I don't know if your voice is the flower of a sorrow
I just know that to the murmur of your tangos, Malena
I feel you kinder, kinder than me

Your eyes are dark like oblivion
Your lips tight like resentment
Your hands, two doves feeling cold
Your veins have the blood of the bandoneon

Your tangos are abandoned creatures
That cross over the mud of the alley
When all the doors are closed
And the ghosts of the song bark

Malena sings the tango with a broken voice
Malena has the sorrow of the bandoneon