innocence lost at night on the town. He won his sentence
on nights of rum.
lost a dream trapped in the fingers.
Past and future,
what matter, what are they?
Antigone.
Antigone.
tango singer.
The voice of pain.
wounded heart of the suburbs.
sing the loves that are not yours
to forget those who did go yours. Looking
oblivion thanks to alcohol.
Antigone.
Antigone.
tango singer.
The voice of pain.
Now feel the way road
a past that will not happen again. And your tangos
the only witness of what fate
always made you suffer.
Antigone.
Antigone.
tango singer. Sad
bandoneon.
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