Garganta Con Arena

You see, the day doesn't dawn
Polaco Goyeneche, sing me one more tango
You see, the night becomes long
Your life has a karma: Sing, always sing

Your voice, that moves the tango
Saying the semicolon that nobody sang to it
Your voice, with goblins and phantoms
Breathes with the asthma of an old bandoneon

Sing, throat with sand
Your voice carries the sorrow that Malena didn't sing
Sing, that Juárez condemns you
By hurting your sorrow with his white bandoneon

Sing, people are applauding
And even if you're dying, they don't know your pain
Sing, because Troilo from heaven
Left a verse under your pillow

Singer of a somewhat insolent tango
You made people feel, feel your pain
Singer of a tightrope tango
More than a singer, an artist with singer's vices

You see, both me and Buenos Aires
Always lack air when your voice is not here
To you, who taught me so much
The day you sang with me a song

Sing, throat with sand
Your voice carries the sorrow that Malena didn't sing
Sing, that Juárez condemns you
By hurting your sorrow with his white bandoneon

Sing, people are applauding
And even if you're dying, they don't know your pain
Sing, because Troilo from heaven
Left a verse under your pillow