Tango

Beautiful crazy man who devours the sidewalks
With three steps fired to the beat,
And your endlessly long figure
And a mustache of malice
Crafted with blood and salt.

Buccaneer of the seas of Congress
Connect my heart with your song
Communicate it with guitar wings
And a little toy piano
That only you play.

You are God, you are Gardel
You are the best.
You are God, you are Gardel
You are the best.
You talking and me trying to listen to you...
And you know my darling
This is no funny my love.

Skull breaking and everyone watching
You take a long drink and forget
The advice they give you
All your girls
And the things from your neighborhood
You forget them in any bar.

And in your guardian height
Of the exiles
That the geniuses can connect to you,

You are God, you are Gardel
You are the best.
You are God, you are the best.