Reproche

Sad tango, harsh tango
From my time is Caferata
I know your past
I understand your betrayal
The tough guys don't look at you
With the same eyes as before
Because the slums were your cradle
And luxury your seduction

How many tough guys were marked
To the beat of your chords
And in the slums, which ghosts
Were entwined with knives
And your mournful music
Yes, it may have served as a lullaby
For a criminal to sleep
The kid of some thug

Sad tango, harsh tango
From my time is Caferata
What did you do to that neighbor
My spiritual little sister
One night at the milonga
To the beat of your chords
I saw a virgin tear
Roll from her eyes

Sad tango, and today the tough guys
Cry for your betrayal
Because they know that you will never
Return to your home
Because you've been playing
With the forty-card deck
And it's the knot that they buy from you
If they're not going to outsmart you

Now you show off your chords
Like a flashy chick
Because you're just like all
Those who have been from the neighborhood
Those who until today, with absinthe
We poisoned ourselves together
Because today they're doing well
They shout their triumph

If I were to ask you to account
For all the harm you've caused
To those poor women
In your champagne nights
Even if you returned to the cradle
Where your existence began
You wouldn't pay for so much harm
To the one who called you 'gotán'