Garganta Con Arena

You see,
The day does not dawn,
"Polish" goyeneche,
Sing me one more tango.

Now you see,
The night is long,
Your life has karma,
Sing, always sing.

Your voice,
That the tango excites him,
Saying the semicolon
That no one sang to him.

With your voice,
With goblins and ghosts,
Breathe in asthma
From an old bandoneon.

Sings,
Throat with sand,
Your voice is worth it
That malena didn't sing.

Sings,
What Juarez condemns you?
By hurting your sorrow,
With its white bandoneon.

Sings,
The people are applauding,
Even if you are dying
They don't know your pain.

Sings,
What a troilo from heaven,
Under your pillow,
A verse left you.

Singer, of a somewhat insolent tango,
You made people hurt by your pain.
Singer, of a tightrope tango,
More than an artist singer, with the vices of a singer.

You see, good air to me,
We always lack air
When your voice is not there,
To you, who taught me so much,
The day you sang a song with me.

Sings,
Throat with sand,
Your voice is worth it
That malena didn't sing.
Sings,
What a troilo from heaven,
Under your pillow,
A verse left you.