Tango Lyrics

Muchachoque por que la suerte quiso.vivis en un primer pisode un palacete central,que para vicios y placeres,para farras y mujeresdispones de un capital. Muchachoque no sabes el encantode haber derramado llantosobre un pecho de mujer,que no sabes que es secarseen una timba y armarsepara volverse a meter.Que decis que un tango ranteno te hace perder la calma,y que no te llora el almacuando gime un bandoneon;que si tenes sentimientolo tenes adormecidopues todo lo has conseguidopagando como un chabon.Decimesi en tu vida pelandrunabajo la luz de la lunao si no bajo un farol,vos te has sentido poetay le has dicho a una pebetaque era más linda que el sol.Decimesi conoces la armonia,la dulce policromiade las tardes de arrabal,cuando van las fabriquerastentadoras y diquerasbajo el sonoro percal.

Boythat because the luck wantedyou live on the first floorof a central highrise,that for vices and pleasures,for parties and womenyou have a trust fund.Boythat you do not know the enchantmentof having spilled tearson a woman chest,that you do not know how it is to go dryin a gambling hall and to force yourselfto go back in.That you say that a down and dirty tangodoes not make you lose the calm,and that your soull does not crywhen a bandoneon moans;that if you have any feelingyou have it sedatedbecause all you have obtainedhas been paying like a sucker.Tell meif in your stupid lifeunder the light of the moonor if not under a street lampyou have felt like a poetand you have said to a babethat she was prettier than the sun.Tell meif you know the harmonythe sweet multicolorsof the afternoons of suburb,when the factory workers,tempting and attractive go under the sonorous percal.