Alas de Tango

Her fragile little figure illuminated the ballroom
Presence of hallucinated and seductive tango wings
If Scola had seen her, he would have taken her with him
So pale, in her black dress, she flew with pleasure

Time was not time in that place
The only joy was to see the couples dance
Every turn in my head was a story
Buenos Aires with its magic got into my memory

Night aromas entered through the window
The two by four reigned in the restless looks
The dancer caressed her beautiful back
Made her feet spin to the rhythm of the soul

Tango wings filled the darkness with moonlight
And in a champagne toast, the room was left in the dark
The day when tango is danced in the streets of love
Face to face, eyes closed, heart to heart

Every turn in my head was a story
Buenos Aires with its magic got into my memory.