Margo (part. Raúl Iriarte)

Margo's back in town
With the bitterest tango
Her weariness was so long
That it finally took its toll

Yesterday turned into a cricket
Until dawn broke
But never like now
So much and so long to return

What does she expect, where's she going
With the bitterest tango?
If Margo's cried so much
It makes you want to cry

Yesterday she thought today
Today feels impossible
Life can be more than hope

Paris was dark
And sang its happy tango

Not realizing, poor thing
That old Paris
Feeds on the brief
Brutal end of the magnolia
In the snow

Then once again Buenos Aires
And Margo once more
Without a song and without faith