Malena

Malena sings the tango like no one else
And in every verse she puts her heart;
Her voice perfumes the suburb weed,
Malena has the sorrow of a bandoneon.

Perhaps back in childhood her lark-like voice
Took on that dark tone of the alley
Or maybe that romance she only mentions
When she gets sad with alcohol.
Malena sings the tango with a shadowy voice,
Malena has the sorrow of a bandoneon.

Your song has the cold of the last encounter,
Your song turns bitter in the salt of memory.
I don't know if your voice is the flower of sorrow,
I only know that with the murmur of your tangos, Malena,
I feel you're kinder, kinder than me.

Your eyes are dark like oblivion,
Your lips tight like resentment,
Your hands, two doves feeling cold,
Your veins have bandoneon blood.

Your tangos are abandoned creatures
That cross over the mud of the alley
When all the doors are closed
And the ghosts of the song bark.

Malena sings the tango with a broken voice;
Malena has the sorrow of a bandoneon.