Chi l'ha detto, che per cogliere lo spirito del tango si debba andare a Buenos Aires?
Il tango, spesso, è nostalgia. Ma la nostalgia è ovunque, se lei ti ha lasciato in autunno, se abiti in una piccola città dove ognuno sta diventando matto, ma non lo sa. Tom Waits, signori.
I like my town with a little drop of poison
Nobody knows they're lining up to go insane
I'm all alone, I smoke my friends down to the filter
But I feel much cleaner after it rains
She left in the fall, that's her picture on the wall
She always had that little drop of poison
She left in the fall, that's her picture on the wall
She always had that little drop of poison
Did the devil make the world while god was sleeping
Someone said you'll never get a wish from a bone
Another wrong good-bye and a hundred sailors
That deep blue sky is my home
She left in the fall, that's her picture on the wall
She always had that little drop of poison
She left in the fall, that's her picture on the wall
She always had that little drop of poison
A rat always knows when he's in with weasels
Here you lose a little every day
I remember when a million was a million
They all have ways to make you pay
They all have ways to make you pay