Piuma Al Vento
Armando Tagini
Feather in the Wind
Candy for old rich folks
Who quickly climbed to the top
And from the gloomy neighborhood of trash
You moved to an asphalt chalet
Living it up going to the races
And playing fifty-fifty
You have your own car, maid
And a box at the Colón theater
Just go ahead
With your glassy laugh
Crazy queen of a moment
Flower of a day, 'feather in the wind'...
Your throne is made of paper
Your shine is fake
And in the end, a mud rose
Some tango will tell
Your faithful story
Humming a dolphin's tango
Today you passed proudly, haughty...
You see!... yesterday we were neighbors
And today, to you, I'm just another prisoner
Little tango with queen airs
It saddens me to think that tomorrow
Another girl, prettier and cooler
Will knock your crown to the ground
