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AFICHES
Affiches (1956)
LYRICS by: Homero Exposito
MUSIC by: Atilio Stampone
TRANSLATION by: Alberto Paz
Last updated on: 9/8/11
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CASTELLANO
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Cruel en el cartel,
la propaganda manda cruel en el cartel,
y en el fetiche de un afiche de papel
se vende la ilusión,
se rifa el corazón…
Y apareces tú
vendiendo el último jirón de juventud,
cargándome otra vez la cruz.
¡Cruel en el cartel, te ríes, corazón!
¡Dan ganas de balearse en un rincón!Ya da la noche a la cancel
su piel de ojera…
Ya moja el aire su pincel
y hace con él la primavera…
¿Pero qué?
si están tus cosas pero tú no estás,
porque eres algo para todos, ya
como un desnudo de vidriera…
¡Luché a tu lado, para ti,
por Dios, y te perdí!Yo te di un hogar…
¡Siempre fui pobre, pero yo te di un hogar!
Se me gastaron las sonrisas de luchar,
luchando para ti,
sangrando para ti…
Luego la verdad,
que es restregarse con arena el paladar
y ahogarse sin poder gritar.
Que yo te di un hogar…
-¡Fue culpa del amor!-
¡Dan ganas de balearse en un rincón!Ya da la noche a la cancel
su piel de ojera…
Ya moja el aire su pincel
y hace con él la primavera…
¿Pero qué?
si están tus cosas pero tú no estás,
porque eres algo para todos, ya
como un desnudo de vidriera…
¡Luché a tu lado, para ti,
por Dios, y te perdí!
Cruel in the poster
the advertising is cruel in the poster
and in the fetish of a paper affiche
hope is for sale,
the heart is raffled…
And you appear
selling the last shred of youth,
burdening me again with the cross.
Cruel in the poster, you laugh, my heart!
It feels like shooting oneself in a corner!The night gives the room divider
its skin of dark rings…
The air wets its brush
and makes with it the Spring…
But what?
if your things are here but you are not,
because you are something for everybody,
like a naked item on the window…
I fought at your side, for you,
By God, and I lost you!I gave you a home…
I was always poor, but I gave you a home!
I wore out the fighting smiles,
fighting for you,
bleeding for you…
Then, the truth,
which is like rubbing sand on the palate
and drowining without being able to scream.
I gave you a home…
– Blame it on love! –
It feels like shooting oneself in a corner!The night gives the room divider
its skin of dark rings…
The air wets its brush
and makes with it the Spring…
But what?
if your things are here but you are not,
because you are something for everybody,
like a naked item on the window…
I fought at your side, for you,
By God, and I lost you!

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Posted July 17, 2011 by Alberto & Valorie in Homero Exposito

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  1. Beautiful song with passion, saludos de Irlanda a Argentina.

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