Por qué

Why do you
if I am the same you want to change
my male clothes?
Why, if my
if my poor trousseau
gave to sing
my deep sadness?
Why, if it is not in my blood
if it's not in my blood do you adorn me
to make me bitter?

I am milonga
sentimental.
My name is macho
I am the gotán.
I wore black with clear funyi...
And they loved me.
They respected me.
And my whole life was very pure
and there are those who venerate my cradle of yesterday.

Why do they
do they want me to dress so attired
with so much braid?
Why do they
want to see me like this
like this
of fantasy?
Why do they want to see me
if I was born tango and that's how my great heart
my great heart?