Malena

Malena sings the tango like no one else
and in every verse she puts her heart
her voice perfumes the suburb weed.
Malena has the sorrows of a damn accordion.
maybe there, in childhood, her lark voice
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 sorrows of a damn accordion.
Your song
has the cold 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 only know
that with the rumor of your tangos, Malena,
I feel you're kinder,
kinder than me.
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 sorrows of a damn accordion.