On the dark rhythm of a dance
Full of dreams and wisdom
The woman welcomes her memories
Even the most stupid and foolish ones
There is a kind of sky in her
A shipwreck water, a flight
Where it justifies and forgives
All the scoundrel life, blue tango
Paris welcomes its artists
Painters, mimes, musicians
Offering to everyone drinks what
And that river full of snow
And the illusion of understanding
Living and dying with art
On ancient, skin-deep applause
Of many women still very beautiful, blue tango
Among the green shadows of a bay window
Tasting a tamarind water
The man who has nothing to invent
Try to dream, try to dream
br/>And experience the moments and the stars
And the fountains and the tiles
And the Turkish baths and every other room
But now everything flutters and dances, blue tango