Astor Piazzolla - Libertango

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My liberty loves me and I give it my entire being.
My liberty unlocks the prison of my bones.
My liberty becomes offended if I am content with being afraid.
My liberty, when unclothed, loves me perfectly.

My liberty insists that I do what I do not dare to do.
My liberty wants me with what I am wearing now.
My liberty pardons me if I lose it once in a while
On account of those things in life that we can never really understand.

My liberty doesn't count the years that I have lived,
The unwavering pastor of my eternal dreams.
My liberty leaves me and I am but a poor specter,
My liberty calls me and I come back in suits and with wings.

My liberty understands that I feel myself taken prisoner
By my mistakes without repentance.
The overworked star and the captive atom both
Desire my liberty -- What a mystery it is to be free!

To be free. Even while my mother was carrying me, she would tell me:
"Being free is neither a purchase, nor a gift, nor a favor".
I live in the beautiful secret of this orgy:
If I was once dust and I shall become dust again, I am the dust of happiness
And in the soul's milk I make my liberty bloom.

As a child I loved it and I grew up loving it --
My liberty, the woman of time and light,
The one I desire to the point of pain and even loneliness.

My liberty comes to me in dreams with my lovers who have passed,
My liberty adores those who I love in this life.
My liberty tells me, every now and then, inside,
That we are just as happy as we want to be.

My liberty knows the one who has killed, as well as the raven
That drowns and tortures the liberty of the good.
My liberty is clogged with hypocrites and fools,
My liberty spends the night with saints and bohemians.

My liberty is a wide open tango,
As well as blues, cueca, choro, danzon and a ballad.
My liberty is a tango, a wandering juggler,
A murga, a symphony, and a black and white choir.

My liberty is tango, danced in ten thousand ports,
As well as rock, malambo, salmo, opera and flamenco.
My libertango is free, it is a poet and a street urchin,
As old as the world, and as simple as a creed.

As a child I loved it and I grew up loving it --
My liberty, the woman of time and light,
The one I desire to the point of pain and even loneliness.