Vuelve El Tango

A gypsy read me in the coffee grounds that the tango returns
An ambulance turns on the siren for the pizzas and the red light jugglers hurry up the hustle
A couple swears to each other on the phone about the two hours of cheating in some motel
And someone alone in a room looks in the newspaper for the escort service... the tango returns

And let it return, if it's at home
Welcome with mates and sparrows, welcome with wines and revelry
For its first love that was a milonga
For its first love that was a guitar
They had been surrounded by pompous tenors
They locked him up in repeated museums, in cobwebs of shadowy versions
Those who tried to save themselves with Carlitos, with the fat guy, with the Italian
Made him so cuckolded that they got bored, they exported him, they filled his passport with stamps
They trampled him, athletic dancers who jumped too much
To him, who was born cursed and ill-bred in mangers of courtyards and gatherings
They crucified him in the resurrection of cumparsitas
Gentlemen, the tango returns, with mozzarella and without fuss
To claim again what is his
In the full youth of his 100 years, dressed as a dandy and in slippers
He left the old funyi so they wouldn't think he's ashamed
He took off the carrot quincho, the biyú of rusty slang
He blew the fried foods off his lapel and came, by bus
He is accompanied by street musicians with a hat, a choir of newspaper vendors and kids
Of street girls, of car part thieves
They say he left the neighborhood, when?... keep going!... and the ball is not stained
The tango returns, let the eunuchs grumble!

A gypsy read me in the coffee grounds that the tango returns
He escaped from tangled scores
Those who didn't know him were asking for him
Someone declared him dead, what madness!, it was just a nap
The one who was sleeping.

Alorsa

Singer-songwriter of the heretic guard

Submitted by: gabriel romero - gabrielitoromero@hotmail.com