De Puro Guapo

At the concerts where the bellows play
Protesters in their moans
They are showing off with their twists
The tough guys in the place

And the dolled-up ladies
In their eyes have the shine
Of the joy that the wandering and sentimental tango has spilled

In the middle of the tenement
Stands a tough guy
Who gazes fixedly
At all the people in their excitement

He doesn't care that there's dancing going on there
He didn't come to dance
He's looking for the one who wounded him
In the middle of his heart

And when he finds the traitor
The thief of his illusion
His hand clenches with fierce desire
On the handle of his knife

And like a tiger on its prey
He jumps lightly and strikes a blow
That leaves a red mark bleeding
And the tango dies in the bandoneon

And then, without hurrying
Pushing aside the onlookers
He retreats suspiciously
Amid a murmur of admiration

But as soon as he took a few steps
He turned back and with passion
He shouted at them out of pure toughness
I have avenged his betrayal

And the dolled-up ladies
In their eyes have the shine
Of the joy that the wandering and sentimental tango has spilled