Garganta Con Arena

You see, the day doesn't dawn
Polaco Goyeneche
Sing one more tango

You see, the night gets long
Your life has a karma
Sing, always sing

Your voice, that thrills the tango
Saying the semicolon that nobody sang to it
Your voice, with goblins and ghosts
Breathes with the asthma of an old bandoneon

Sing throat with sand
Your voice has the sorrow that Malena didn't sing
Sing, that Juárez condemns you
By hurting your sorrow with his white bandoneon

Sing, people are applauding
And even if you're dying, they don't know your pain
Sing, that Troilo from heaven
Left a verse under your pillow

Singer of a somewhat insolent tango
You made people feel your pain
Singer, of a tightrope tango
More than a singer artist with singer's vices

You see me and Buenos Aires
We always lack air when your voice is not here
Your voice, that one day you taught me
The day you sang a song with me