I hear the music in the streets of Buenos Aires 
and I go down the road to find where people play it. 
When I arrive I see the lovers dance a tango 
And what I never heard before, their bodies say it. 

I feel the music and I see the lovely lady 
the kind of beauty that can make a man go crazy. 

she's dancing all her cares away 
she'll dance forever and a day 
for every tango tells the story of her soul 
Because the tango, it moves like burning fire 
it shows the secret passion, the power of desire 
and when she dances it will always take her higher 
the tango rythm is the rythm of her heart 
I want to tango, the dance of fire 
to feel the beating of the heart of argentina 
I have to dance with that senorita 
I want to tango, tango argentino 
one single tango with the lovely senorita 
a souvenir of argentina in my heart

I feel the music and I see the lovely lady 
the kind of beauty that can make a man go crazy. 

she's dancing all her cares away 
she'll dance forever and a day 
for every tango tells the story of her soul 
Because the tango, it moves like burning fire 
it shows the secret passion, the power of desire 
and when she dances it will always take her higher 
the tango rythm is the rythm of her heart 
I want to tango, the dance of fire 
to feel the beating of the heart of argentina 
I have to dance with that senorita 
I want to tango, tango argentino 
one single tango with the lovely senorita 
a souvenir of argentina in my heart