Maldito tango

In a happy bazaar, I used to work
never felt the urge to dance,
but then a young guy who had me smitten
one day took me with him to tango.
It was my obsession, that tango that day
when my soul surrendered with longing,
because while dancing, I felt in my heart
that a sweet illusion was born.

The harmony was so smooth
of that strange melody
that filled with joy, I felt
my heart start to dream.
Just like chasing a hope,
when you achieve it, you reach everything,
I spun wildly in that dance
that taught me how to love.

The blame lies with that cursed tango
that my beau taught me to dance
and then, sinking me in the mud,
it made me realize he was gonna leave.
My heart, aching with sorrow,
sought comfort and calm in the cabaret,
but while dancing, I felt in my heart
that my illusion had vanished.

Hearing that melody,
my soul was dying of grief
and filled with pain, I felt
my heart bleed...
Like that music dominates
with its captivating rhythm,
I then turned to cocaine
to seek my solace.

Now that I'm just a ghost of the past
I ask for absinthe to give me strength to forget,
but for my poor, shattered heart,
nothing can soothe its anguish.
In the cabaret, I'm a sad mask,
no one dances the tango with me anymore
and that love passed like a vision.
And that illusion of mine has died.

Cursed tango that poisons
with its sweetness when it plays,
cursed tango that fills me
with such bitter bile.
It was the cause of my ruin,
cursed tango that fascinates...
Oh tango that kills and dominates!
Cursed be that tango!