It was born in the 20's, and will be around us

forever feeding our souls.

Wrapped in the illusion last night I heard it,

the emotion influenced by things of my past.

. . . its accent is the song of sentimental voice,

its rhythm is the beat that lives in my city,

it does not have pretension,

it does not want to be obscene,

it's called tango and nothing else.

The sensuality, the elegance of a couple

tangled with each other, wihtout thinking,

in a world that only they understand.

That's the way it should be.

That's the way we dance. . .