Rojotango

The sky and the hell of your voice are breaking my head
They tell me that all love has died in that red sunset
And only a tango and the sidewalk remain, witness of their love and desire
In vain one tries not to sing the red beat of their wound
In vain one tries not to dance the red beat of their sorrows

The tango always arrives in farewell to the hatred of your absence without goodbyes
And sings our tiny pain, our dreams without goodbyes
In the corner of the gods
It's red like the ice of betrayal
It's red like the edge of the dagger
Humble like the soul of coal, what remains for us
When it's already late, when it's already late
When you gave your heart
And remains in that red sunset
The sky and the hell of his voice, your voice

Your voice, the red shadow that I lost
His voice, the heart that I always saw
The old heart, the red heart
The same heart that is always red tango
Red, red tango

The tango always arrives in farewell to the hatred of your absence without goodbyes
And sings our tiny pain, our dreams without goodbyes
In the corner of the gods
It's red like the ice of betrayal
It's red like the edge of the dagger
Humble like the soul of coal, what remains for us
When it's already late, when it's already late
When you gave your heart
And remains in that red sunset
The fire and the blaze of his voice, your voice

Your voice, the red shadow that I lost
His voice, the heart that I always saw
The same heart, the red heart
The same heart that is always red tango
Red, red tango