Tango

Corrientes three four eight,
Second floor, elevator;
No doormen or neighbors
Inside, cocktails and love.
Little apartment with maple floors,
Piano, rug, and lamp...
A telephone that answers,
A crying record player
Old tangos of my flower,
And a porcelain cat
So it doesn't meow at love.

And everything in half-light,
In half-light the two of us
In half-light the kisses,
In half-light you and I
And everything in half-light,
Interior twilight,
In half-light the kisses,
In half-light you and I.

With this tango that is mocking and streetwise
The emotion of my suburb tied two wings.
With this tango, the tango was born and like a shout
It came out of the sordid neighborhood seeking the sky.

Strange spell of a love turned into cadence
That opened paths with no other law than its hope.
Mixture of anger, pain, faith, absence
Crying in the innocence of a playful rhythm.

Beloved tango... Argentine tango
I feel it arriving on tiptoe to kiss me
When your song is born to the sound of a bandoneon.