Malena

Malena sings the tango like no one else
And in every verse she puts her heart
Her voice perfumes the suburb's weed
Malena has the sorrow of the bandoneon

Perhaps back in childhood her lark-like voice
Took on that dark tone of the alley
Or maybe that romance she only mentions
When she gets sad with alcohol

Malena sings the tango
With a shadowy voice
Malena has the sorrow
Of the bandoneon

Your song has the coldness of the last encounter
Your song becomes bitter in the salt of memory
I don't know if your voice is the flower of sorrow
I just know that to the sound of your tangos, Malena
I feel you're kinder, kinder than me

Your eyes are dark like oblivion
Your lips tight like resentment
Your hands, two doves feeling cold
Your veins have bandoneon blood

Your tangos are abandoned creatures
That cross over the mud of the alley
When all doors are closed
And the ghosts of the song bark

Malena sings the tango
With a broken voice
Malena has the sorrow
Of the bandoneon