Malena

Malena sings tango like no other
and in each verse she puts her heart.
Her voice is perfumed with the scent of the suburbs,
Malena has the sorrow of a bandoneon.
Maybe back in her childhood her lark's voice
took that dark tone of the alley,
or perhaps that romance that she only mentions
when she gets sad with alcohol.
Malena sings the tango with a shadowy voice,
Malena has the sorrow of a bandoneon.

Your song
has the cold of the last encounter.
Your song
becomes bitter in the salt of memory.
I do not know
if your voice is the flower of a sorrow,
I only know that to the murmur of your tangos, Malena,
I feel you better,
better than me.

Your eyes are dark as oblivion,
your lips tight as rancor,
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 sorrow of a bandoneon.