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Malena sings the tango like nobody
And in every verse puts her heart
To yours de suborning her perfume voice
Malena has pains of bandoneon
Probably there, in the childhood, her voice of skylark
I take that dark tone of alley
Or perhaps that romance that only mentions
When it's sad with the alcohol
Malena sings the tango with voice of shadow
Malena has pains of bandoneon.
Your song has the cold of the last meeting
Your song becomes bitter in the salt of memory
I don't know if your voice is the flower of sorrow
I only know that to the rumor of your tangos, Malena
I feel you better, better than me
Your eyes are dark as oblivion
Your lips tight like rancor
Your hands, two doves that feel cold
Your veins have bandoneon blood
Your tangos are ignorant creatures
Which crosses over the mud of the alley
When all the doors are closed
And barking the ghosts of the song
Malena sings the tango with broken voice
Malena has pains of bandoneon.
Your song becomes bitter in the salt of memory
And it also has the cold of the last meeting
I don't know if your voice is the flower of sorrow
I only know that to the rumor of your tangos, Malena
I feel you better, much better than me
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