Cuando llora la milonga

The bandoneon sobbed
anguish that goes away
with the dusk.

And like a heart
the hollow of a hallway,
collects the prayer
that sadly says faithful woman.

The milonga wept,
her old passion,
it seems that she begs
consolation and forgiveness.

The shadow crossed
through the suburb
of the one who to death
played his dagger.

Two old men united
in an alley,
raise their hands
for their salvation.

And the whole suburb,
with pain,
evoke a deep
drama of love.

It moved the suburb
with a long shudder
the touch of prayer.

Sentimental pain
overwhelms the woman
while the bandoneon
the story of a love.