Garganta con Arena
Diego El Cigala
Throat with Sand
You see
The day doesn't dawn
Polaco Goyeneche
Sing me one more tango
You see
The night gets long
Your life has a karma
To sing, always sing
Your voice
That moves the tango
Saying the semicolon
That no one sang to it
Your voice
With goblins and ghosts
Breathes with asthma
Of an old bandoneon
Sing
Throat with sand
Your voice has the sorrow
That Malena didn't sing
Sing
Because 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
That Troilo from heaven
Under your pillow
Left you a verse
He sang
A somewhat insolent tango
You made people
Feel their pain
He sang
A tightrope walker tango
More than a singer artist
With singer's vices
You see
To me and Buenos Aires
We always lack air
When your voice is not here
To you
Who taught me so much
The day you sang
This song with me
Sing
Throat with sand
Your voice has the sorrow
That Malena didn't sing
Sing
Because 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
That Troilo from heaven
Under your pillow
Left you a verse
And sing
That Troilo from heaven
Under your pillow
Left you a verse
