Ya sale el tren

Updated 9/6/10

YA SALE EL TREN

The train departs (1943)

LYRICS by: Luis Rubinstein

MUSIC by: Luis Rubinstein

TRANSLATION by: Alberto Paz

Last updated on: 9/13/10

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Sing along with Jorge Ortiz and the Miguel Calo Orchestra

During the 1930’s tuberculosis was a malignant disease that affected many young men and women. One of the major treatment centers was in the hills of the province of Cordoba, reached by train in those days. It was public knowledge that a trip to Cordoba under the excuse of being treated, was a compassionate way to let people die with some dignity, away from the impotent eyes of their loved ones.

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Ya sale el tren. El humo pinta el cielo y en el andén agito mi pañuelo. Ruedas que rechinan con la angustia del adiós y ella, mi muñeca, que se ahoga con su tos. Se va en el tren mi pobre novia enferma… Mi corazón se muere en el andén. ¡Qué ganas de arrastrarme hasta sus brazos y llorar! ¡Qué ganas de gritar lo que presiento! Le baila en las pupilas la esperanza de volver y tengo que esconder tanto tormento… Es que tengo miedo que sus ojos sepan por mi angustia su final. Y así, con mi locura de rezar o maldecir, quisiera allí a sus pies morir. Ya nunca más la cubriré de besos. Ya nunca más vendré por su regreso… Siento que mi alma se desangra en el andén mientras su esperanza pone risas en el tren. Adiós, mi bien… Cuando el vagón se aleje me quedaré llorando en el andén. Ya sale el tren… Adiós, mi bien.

The train departs Its smoke paints the sky and on the platform I wave my handkerchief. Wheels that squeak with the anguish of the farewell and she, my doll, drowning in her cough. She leaves in the train my poor sick girlfriend… My heart is dying on the platform. How I long to crawl into her arms and cry! How I long to scream what I foresee! The hope of returning dance in her pupils and I have to hide so much torment … I fear that her eyes know in my anguish her end. And so, with my folly to pray or curse, I wish to die there at her feet. Never again I’ll covered her with kisses. Never again I will come for her return … I feel that my soul bleeds on the platform while her hope puts laughter on the train. Farewell, my darling … When the railway coach moves away I’ll stay crying on the platform. The train departs… Farewell, my darling.

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