Libertango

My freedom loves me and I give my whole being to it
My freedom unlocks the prison of my bones
My freedom is offended if I am happy with fear
My naked freedom makes perfect love to me

My freedom insists on what I dare not
My freedom loves me with what I wear
My freedom absolves me if I ever lose it
For things in life that I fail to understand

My freedom does not count the years I have
Unyielding shepherd of my eternal dreams
My freedom leaves me and I am a poor specter
My freedom calls me and I return in winged attire

My freedom understands that I feel imprisoned
By my mistakes without repentance
My freedom would like the restless star
And the captive atom, to be free, what a mystery!

To be free. Already in her womb my mother told me
To be free is not bought nor is it a gift or favor
I live from the beautiful secret of this orgy
If dust I was and to dust I will go, I am dust of joy
And in soul's milk I impregnate my blooming freedom

As a child I adored her, I grew desiring her
My freedom, woman of time and light
I love her to the point of pain and solitude

My freedom dreams of my beloved dead
My freedom adores those I love in life
My freedom tells me, from time to time, inside
That we are as happy as we wish to be

My freedom knows the one who kills and the raven
That drowns and torments the good one's freedom
My freedom has heart attacks from hypocrites and fools
My freedom stays up late with saints and bohemians

My freedom is tango wide open
And it's blues and it's cueca and choro, danzón and ballad
My freedom is tango, minstrel from town to town
And it's murga and symphony and choir in black and white

My freedom is tango dancing in ten thousand ports
And it's rock, malambo and psalm and it's opera and flamenco
My libertango is free, poet and street performer
As old as the world, as simple as a creed

As a child I adored her, I grew desiring her
My freedom, woman of time and light
I love her to the point of pain and solitude