Garganta con Arena

You see
The day doesn't dawn
Polaco Goyeneche
Sing me one more tango

You see
The night gets long
Your life has a karma
To sing, always sing

Your voice
That moves the tango
Saying the semicolon
That no one sang to it

Your voice
With goblins and ghosts
Breathes with asthma
Of an old bandoneon

Sing
Throat with sand
Your voice has the sorrow
That Malena didn't sing

Sing
Because Juárez condemns you
By hurting your sorrow
With his white bandoneon

Sing
People are applauding
And even if you're dying
They don't know your pain

Sing
That Troilo from heaven
Under your pillow
Left you a verse

He sang
A somewhat insolent tango
You made people
Feel their pain

He sang
A tightrope walker tango
More than a singer artist
With singer's vices

You see
To me and Buenos Aires
We always lack air
When your voice is not here

To you
Who taught me so much
The day you sang
This song with me

Sing
Throat with sand
Your voice has the sorrow
That Malena didn't sing

Sing
Because Juárez condemns you
By hurting your sorrow
With his white bandoneon

Sing
People are applauding
And even if you're dying
They don't know your pain

Sing
That Troilo from heaven
Under your pillow
Left you a verse

And sing
That Troilo from heaven
Under your pillow
Left you a verse