Garganta Con Arena

You see, the day doesn’t break
Polaco Goyeneche, sing me one more tango
You see, the night drags on
Your life has a karma, to sing, always to sing

Your voice, that moves the tango
Saying the punctuation that no one else sang
With your voice, with spirits and ghosts
Breathing with the asthma of an old bandoneón

Sing, throat full of sand
Your voice carries the sorrow that Malena never sang
Sing, for Juárez condemns you
To hurt your pain with his white bandoneón

Singer of a somewhat insolent tango
You made the people feel your pain
Singer of a balancing tango
More than a singer, an artist, with the vices of a singer

You see, both me and Buenos Aires
Always lack the air when your voice isn’t there
To you, who taught me so much
The day you sang a song with me

Sing, throat full of sand
Your voice carries the sorrow that Malena never sang
Sing, for Juárez condemns you
To hurt your pain with his white bandoneón

Sing, the crowd is applauding
And even if you’re dying, they don’t know your pain
Sing, for Troilo from the heavens
Left you a verse under your pillow