Yo soy el tango

I'm
the milonga tango
born in the suburbs
shady and tough.
Today,
being in the ballroom,
they think I'm tamed,
sweet and tired.
Why believe,
why lie
that I've changed,
if I'm the same as yesterday.

Listen to my beat

Don't you see I'm gotán?

I break in my song
like a steel dagger
to sing a betrayal.
I like to hang out,
I'm a prisoner to dance,
listen to my beat:

I am the old tango
born in the slum.

Today,
I have to be silent,
suffering from disillusionment,
fashion and years.
I go,
habit of gotán,
biting inside me
the anger I feel.
Why believe,
why lie
that I'm dying,
if I will never die.