La calesita

The carousel cries
of the shady corner,
and makes things bleed
that were once roses.
Pointed waiters and axe
and a girl who loved me.
Tango male and whole
more shore than my soul.
The tango continues to cry
and in the corner it throbs
with its mud pain
the merry-go-round...

Carancanfún... I dance again
and remembering a sitting
I am the ranun who at the stop
of your starched petticoat
I shout to you: Carancanfún!
And the 'taconear
and the 'lustrada
on your pants
when at your side, lying down
I had my heart.

The merry-go-round screams
its long, evil song...
Quote that along the sidewalk
of Balvanera
takes us.
Let's go again, friend,
so that I may continue
with you dancing,
let's go that in its routine
the old corner
is calling me...
Come on, she's waiting for us
with your faded skirt
this song that rolls
the merry-go-round...