Como se hace un tango

So you want me to start telling you, old woman,
that I start telling you,
how to make a tango, right?
I'll be glad to, if you let me.
Go stop your ear
because the one who adores you is going to speak
today, tomorrow, all the time.
Because for me, wherever it fits,
you are not only my mother,
but my girlfriend, madam.

How to make a tango, she said,
hey mama, with pain,
mixed with sorrow of love
which is what children feel.
With my thoughts fixed
on the one I'm contemplating.
With the one who lives waiting
the one that never arrives
and with that truncated night
of those who are slacking.

With the gleam in the eyes of the beautiful woman,
has the beautiful woman
who longs to see
the one who is dying of longing.
With the painful anger
of the one who lacks a copper.
With the one who has too much pity
for the poor mud flower.
With that, like that, a tango is made,
with the emotion of the poor.