Let them dance,
those who come to dance.
Let them listen,
those who want to listen.
For everyone there is a rhythmic tango,
conceited and unpredictable
prevailing in my city.
I sing
because I live the emotion
of the tango...
rhythmic and show off.
I sing when someone shouts the word
that here is a braggart tango
looking for a heart.
To silence those who are disclosing
that the tango is sad,
that it’s dance and sound of the mud;
to silence them up I'm passing them the scoop
my tango is sad dance
but it is song of high standing.
To silence them up
I send them in two by four measure
this virile cadence that becomes song.
If they’re sensitive,
they’ll see that it is not from the mud
that one who wraps in tangos
his heart.
(Instrumental)
To silence them up
I send them in two by four measure
this virile cadence that becomes song.
If they’re sensitive,
they’ll see that it is not from the mud
that one who wraps in tangos
his heart.
(Unsung part)
Let them dance, those who come to dance.
Let the rest of them keep listening.
Today I have the emotion wrapped in tango
and that is why I feel daring
at the sound of its beat.
I sing because I live the emotion
of the tango rhythmic and show off.
I sing when someone shouts the word
that here is a braggart tango
looking for a heart.