Petit salón

Petit Salon, love and tango
And their follies that are roaming,
With the memory of my fandango nights
When I gave her my heart for her big eyes.
Petit Salon his faraway love
Died in the absurd pretension of a tano,
And in those twists and turns that life has
In a garufa, I came to find her.
 
It would be nice to be able to return
To the dances of that time,
To take a few steps and in the embrace
To dance a tango of noble law.
And at a table, with half a voice
To toast to the beauty of some flower,
Saying things to her, pretty little things.
And in a group, make love to her.
 
Let's see, the old guard
She's already formed with her partner,
And in the canyengue, when he takes a sit down.
He puts the signature of his soul in love.
Petit Salon, love and tango
Where are those who gave you rank,
La china Rosa playing with Tito,
El Benti and Fiorito, how far away they are.
 
Petit Salón, corner of tango,
I'll always carry you in my heart.