La Cumparsita

Excuse me gentlemen
This tango... this tango speaks for me
And my voice among its sounds will say
Will say why I sing like this

Because when I was a kid...
Because when I was a kid I was cradled in tango
The maternal song to call sleep
And I heard the echo of the bandoneons
Under the grapevine of my old patio
Because I saw the parade of hardships
With my poor, teary and open eyes
And in the sad room of my good old folks
I sing poverty's winter song
And I became in tangos
I was molded in mud, in misery
In the bitterness that poverty brings
In mother's tears
In the rebellion of the strong
Who have to fold their arms
When hunger comes
And I became in tango because...
Because tango is tough
Because tango is strong
It smells of life
It tastes of death
Because I loved a lot
And because I was deceived
And I spent my life chewing on dreams
Because I am a tree that never bore fruit
Because I am a dog without an owner
Because I have hatreds that I never express
Because when I want
Because when I want I bleed out in kisses
Because I loved a lot
And I have not been loved
That's why I sing so sadly
That's why...