You do not come to me with a weeping tango

That I need rate.

Because there is music in my heart

and to mine it does not give me the same.

You do not come to me with a weeping tango

because he is very strong,

if sometimes I watched to you

it was because you had luck.

Waw small I become crazy

When I think about the idiot that one,

That it came in the disc and said to me of back:

“Baby Hears who is contiguous that these”.

There I occurred return and I saw of flank,

It was skinny, high, of squashed hair.

It took hold the hand to me became the gallant,

And it said to me: “baby we are going to dance”.

You do not come to me with a weeping tango

that I need rate.

Because there is music in my heart

and to mine it does not give me the same.

You do not come to me with a weeping tango

because he is very strong,

if sometimes I watched to you

it was because you had luck.

He imagined to me like a easy girl,

I I ask myself: “this they man that it does?

It watched me at the eyes and it wanted to me to kiss

I cut to him of one and it sends it to take a walk.

It requested excuses to me very desperate

And I shouted to him: “borrate tared”.

It said to me: “dame an opportunity”,

Only it needed to put itself to cry.