El Motivo
Edmundo Rivero
The Reason
Girl who was once
The purest milonguera
And in those tango nights
She was the queen of the feast
Today she has nothing to wear
Neither shoes, nor dresses
She's sick and her friend
Hasn't contributed to the party
She no longer has her big eyes
Those strong glows
And in her face the colors
Are seen to pale
And she's sick, suffers and cries
And eats with feeling
That like this, sick and without wind
No one else will love her
Poor girl who had
People cheering for her
And knew with her gaze
How to conquer a passion
Today she has no one to approach
Out of affection for her wallet
Poor girl from the slums
Who was left heartless
And when the bandoneons
Play the notes of a tango
Poor little flower of mud
Feels your soul vibrate
The nostalgia of other times
Of pleasures and loves
Today they are only sorrows
That invite her to cry
