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TORMENTA
Storm (1939)
LYRICS by: Enrique Santos Discepolo
Enrique Santos Discepolo by: Composer
TRANSLATION by: Alberto Paz
Last updated on: 6/17/11
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Sing along with Mario Pomar and Carlos Di Sarli
God, faith and religious themes are present on 11 of 44 tangos written by Enrique Santos Discepolo.
CASTELLANO
ENGLISH
¡Aullando entre relámpagos,
perdido en la tormenta
de mi noche interminable,
¡Dios! busco tu nombre…
No quiero que tu rayo
me enceguezca entre el horror,
porque preciso luz para seguir…
¿Lo que aprendí de tu mano
no sirve para vivir?
Yo siento que mi fe se tambalea,
que la gente mala, vive
¡Dios! mejor que yo…
Si la vida es el infierno
y el honrao vive entre lágrimas,
¿cuál es el bien…
del que lucha en nombre tuyo,
limpio, puro?… ¿para qué?…
Si hoy la infamia da el sendero
y el amor mata en tu nombre,
¡Dios!, lo que has besao…
El seguirte es dar ventaja
y el amarte sucumbir al mal.
No quiero abandonarte, yo,
demuestra una vez sola
que el traidor no vive impune,
¡Dios! para besarte…
Enséñame una flor
que haya nacido
del esfuerzo de seguirte,
¡Dios! Para no odiar:
al mundo que me desprecia,
porque no aprendo a robar…
Y entonces de rodillas,
hecho sangre en los guijarros
moriré con vos, ¡feliz, Señor!
Howling between the lightning,
lost in the storm
of my endless night,
God! I seek your name …
I don’t want your lightning
blinding me in the horror,
because I need light to go on …
Is what I learned from you
not useful to live?
I feel that my faith falters,
that bad people live,
God! better than me..
If life is hell
and the honest lives in tears,
What good is it…
for someone who fights on your behalf,
clean, pure…? What for?…
If today infamy leads the way
and love kills in your name,
God, what you’ve kissed…
To follow you is to give advantage
and to love you to succumb to evil.
I do not want to leave you, I,
show only once
that the traitor does not live with impunity,
God! to kiss …
Show me a flower
that has born
from the effort to follow,
God! to not hate:
the world that hates me;
because I won’t  learn how to steal…
And then on my knees,
drawing blood on the cobbles
I will die with you, happy, Lord!

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