El Choclo

With this tango that is mocking and streetwise,
Two wings of emotion from my suburb were tied.
With this tango, a tango was born and like a shout
It emerged from the sordid slum seeking the sky.
Strange spell of a love turned into rhythm
That opened paths with no law but hope,
Mixture of rage, pain, faith, absence
Crying in the innocence of a playful beat.

By your miracle of ominous notes
The paicas and grelas were born without thinking,
Moon in the puddles, canyengue in the hips
And a fierce longing in the way of loving...

Evoking you...
Beloved tango...
I feel the tiles of a dance floor tremble
And I hear the grumble of my past.
Now that I no longer have...
My mother...
I feel her arriving on tiptoe to kiss me
When your song is born to the sound of a bandoneon.

Carancanfunfa set sail to the sea with your flag
And in a pernó mixed Paris with Puente Alsina.
You were a buddy of the gavión and the mina
And even a friend of the bacán and the pebeta.
For you, susheta, cana, prisoner, and mischief,
Voices were made when born with your destiny,
Mass of skirts, kerosene, slash and knife
That burned in the tenements and burned in my heart.

Beloved tango... Argentine tango
I feel the tiles of a dance floor tremble
And I hear the grumble of my past.

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