Malena

Malena sings the tango like no other
And in each verse he puts his heart
His voice is perfumed with the weeds of the suburbs
Malena has the pain of a bandoneon
Maybe back in childhood his lark voice
It took on that dark alley tone
Or perhaps that romance that only names
When you get sad with alcohol
Malena sings the tango with a shadowy voice
Malena has the pain of a bandoneon

Your song
It has the cold of the last meeting
Your song
It turns bitter in the salt of memory
I don't know
If your voice is the flower of a sorrow
I only know that to the rumor of your tangos, Malena
I feel you better
Better than me

Your eyes are dark as oblivion
Your lips tight as resentment
Your hands two doves that feel 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 pain of a bandoneon