Malena [English translation]

Malena sings the tango like no other

and she puts her heart in every verse.

Her voice perfumes like suburban weeds,

Malena feels the pain of the bandoneón.

Perhaps in her distant youth her lark’s voice

took on that dark back-alley tone,

or perhaps it was that romance that she speaks of

only when she saddens herself with alcohol.

Malena sings the tango with a shadowy voice,

Malena feels the pain of bandoneón.

Your song

has the chill of a last meeting…

your song

becomes bitter in the salt of memories…

I don’t know

if your voice is the bloom of a wound,

I just know

that the sound of your tangos, Malena,

makes me feel that you are better,

better than me.

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Your eyes are dark as forgetfulness,

your lips are pressed together like rage,

your hand are two doves that feel a chill,

your veins pump the blood of the bandoneón.

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Your tangos are abandoned creatures

that pass through the back-alley mud.

When all the doors are closed

and the ghosts of song weep,

Malena sings the tango with a broken voice,

Malena feels the pain of the bandoneón.

• Artist:Roberto Goyeneche