Abran Cancha

In the outskirts milonga
you are the woman
of the jealous and sad tango
the one in a night
of swagger you fooled
the one who seeing your body
covered in cheap fabric
took you to the brothel
fixed you to the beat
and that's why he called you milonga
and when you learned
the moves of passion and power
he took you to the cafe.

You were the most preferred
in the outskirts neighborhoods,
but a stranger came
who was inspired by your notes.
He sweet-talked you with foxtrot,
with lavish chords
and in the darkness of a night
he ditched you in the outskirts.

In the outskirts milonga,
that to the poor guy
you left in a flash
with the whim
of wanting to block him
with your gigolo
anchoring in the diagonal.
And seeing that you had left him
out of anger and pain,
he downed a few drinks
got a buzz
and went straight to Europe
leaving a sign behind.

You were the most preferred
in the outskirts neighborhoods,
but a stranger came
who took you to your downfall.
And seeing that full of glory
tango returned with its accent
you felt regret
and returned to the outskirts.