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ASI SE BAILA EL TANGO
That’s how one dances tango (1942)
LYRICS by: Elizardo Martínez Vilas a.k.a. Marvil
MUSIC by: Elias Randal
TRANSLATION by: Alberto Paz
Last updated on: 10/16/11
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Sing along with ALBERTO CASTILLO with RICARDO TANTURI


CASTELLANO
ENGLISH
Que saben los pitucos,
lamidos y sushetas,
que saben lo que es tango,
que saben de compas?
Aqui esta la elegancia,
que pinta, que silueta,
que porte, que arrogancia,
que clase pa’bailar.

Asi se baila el tango,
mientras dibujo el ocho,
para estos filigranas,
yo soy como un pintor.
Ahora una corrida,
una vuelta, una sentada.
Asi se baila el tango,
un tango de mi flor.

Asi se baila el tango,
sintiendo en la cara,
la sangre que sube a cada compas,
mientras el brazo,
como una serpiente,
se enrosca en el talle,
que se va a quebrar.

Asi se baila el tango,
mezclando el aliento,
cerrando los ojos
para oir mejor,
como los violines le dicen al fuelle,
porque desde esa noche,
Malena no canto.
Asi se baila el tango,
mientras dibujo el ocho,
para estos filigranas,
yo soy como un pintor.
Ahora una corrida,
una vuelta, una sentada.
Asi se baila el tango,
un tango de mi flor.

What do the stuck-ups,
the emaciated and the fops know,
what do they know what is tango,
what do they know about rhythm?
Here it is the elegance,
what a look, what a silhouette,
what an appearance, what an arrogance,
what a class to dance.

This is how one dances the tango,
while I “draw” a figure eight,
for this fancy footwork,
I am like a painter.
Now here is a run,
a turn, a sitting.
This is how one dances the tango,
a tango of my flower.

This is how one dances the tango,
feeling in the face,
the blood raising in every beat,
while the arm,
like a serpent,
coils around the waist,
that it is going to break.

This is how tone dances the tango,
mixing the breath,
closing the eyes
to hear better,
as the violins say to the bellows,
why from that night,
Malena sung no more.
This is how one dances the tango,
while I “draw” a figure eight,
for these fancy footwork,
I am like a painter.
Now here is a run,
a turn, a sitting.
This is how one dances the tango,
a tango of my flower.

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