Cuando Llora La Milonga

The bandoneón sobbed
Sorrows that fade away
With the sunset
And like a heart
The hollow of a doorway
Collects the prayer
That sadly speaks faithful woman

The milonga cried
Its ancient passion
It seems to plead
Comfort and forgiveness
The shadow crossed
Through the suburb
Of the one that death
Played its dagger
Two old men united
In an alley
Raise their hands
For their salvation
And the whole suburb
With pain
Evokes a deep
Love drama

The suburb was moved
With a long shudder
The touch of prayer
Sentimental pain
Overwhelms the woman
While the bandoneón
The story tells of a love