El Choclo

With this tango that is mocking and compadrito
The ambition of my suburb has tied two wings
With this tango the tango was born, and like a cry
He left the sordid mud looking for the sky
Strange spell of a love made cadence
Who opened paths with no other law than hope
A mixture of rage, pain, faith and absences
Crying in the innocence of its playful rhythm

For your miracle of ominous notes
Paicas and grelas were born, without thinking about it
Moon in the puddles, canyengue on the hips
And a fierce desire in the way of loving

When I remember you, dear tango
I feel the tiles of a dance hall shaking
And I hear the grumbling of my past
Today, I no longer have my father
I feel him coming up on tiptoe to kiss me
When your song is born to the sound of a bandoneon

Carancanfu went to sea with your flag
And in one fell swoop he mixed Paris with Puente Alsina
You were a friend of the gabion and the mine
And even the godmother of the cool guy and the girl
For you shusheta, cana, reo and mishiadura
Voices were made at birth with your destiny
A mix of skirts, kerosene, slash and knife
That burned in the tenements and burned in my heart