This is a tango of a poor man,
Who's dealt the cards of a bad hand,
He tried to go where no poor man went before,
Where he does not belong.
Oh, the tango, and the poor man,
Toiled for life to buy,
Yellow roses for a woman,
That ate his heart alive.
She danced the tango with a rich man,
She found the footsteps she never had,
Forgot the sorrow of her motherland,
While he just stood betrayed.
This is the prison of a poor man,
We're doing time and we comprehend,
Money has never been our friend,
You stay where you belong.
Tango, only jealousy I know,
My passion my sorrow,
Yellow roses to tango.
Tango, it was all for the tango
Only tango can,
Only tango can make you feel dead or alive. (2x)
