Carlos Gardel
Miscellaneous
Malena
Malena sings the tango like no other
And in each verse she puts her heart;
In the weeds of the suburb her voice perfumes,
Malena is sad for bandoneón.
Perhaps back in childhood her lark-like voice
I take that dark tone from the alley
Or perhaps that romance that she only names
When she gets sad with alcohol.
Malena sings the tango with a voice of shadow,
Malena is sad for bandoneón.
Your song has the cold of the last meeting,
Your song becomes bitter in the Get out of the memory.
I don't know if your voice is the flower of a sorrow,
I only know that at the sound of your tangos, Malena,
I feel that you are more good, more good than me .
Your eyes are dark like oblivion,
Your lips are tight like resentment,
Your hands are 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 voice ravine;
Malena is sorry for bandoneón.