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INFAMIA
Infamy (1941)
LYRICS by: Enrique Santos Discepolo
MUSIC by: Enrique Santos Discepolo
TRANSLATION by: Alberto Paz
Last updated on: 1/10/12
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Discepolo’s childhood and adolescence seem to justify many of his verses, but who is responsible for his many verses about unhappy love? Discépolo looks for the figure of God to protest about life, which is a mess, and to recall the betrayal of a loved one. Was Tania, his wife, the inspiring muse of this verses?
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La gente, que es brutal cuando se ensaña,
la gente, que es feroz cuando hace un mal,
buscó para hacer títeres en su guiñol,
la imagen de tu amor y mi esperanza…
A mí, ¿qué me importaba tu pasado…?
si tu alma entraba pura a un porvenir.
Dichoso abrí los brazos a tu afán y con mi amor
salimos, de payasos, a vivir.

Fue inutil gritar que querias ser buena.
Fue estupido aullar la promesa de tu redención.
La gente es brutal y odia siempre al que sueña,
lo burla y con risas desdeña su intento mejor.
Tu historia y mi honor desnudaos en la feria,
bailaron su danza de horror sin compasión…

Tu angustia comprendio que era imposible,
luchar contra la gente es infernal.
Por eso me dejaste sin decirlo… amor!…
y fuiste a hundirte al fin en tu destino.
Tu vida desde entonces fue un suicidio,
voragine de horrores y de alcohol;
anoche te mataste ya del todo, y mi emoción
te llora en tu descanso.. corazón!

Quisiera que Dios amparara tu sueño,
muñeca de amor… que no pudo alcanzar su ilusión.
Yo quise hacer mas pero todo fue un ansia;
que tu alma perdone a mi vida su esfuerzo mejor.
De blanco al morir, llegara tu esperanza
vestida de novia ante Dios… como soño.

People, who are brutal when they’re cruel,
people, who are fierce when they do harm,
sought to make puppets in their puppet show
the image of your love and hope …
To me, what I cared about your past …?
if your soul entered pure into a future.
Blissful I opened my arms to your desire, and with my love
we went out, as clowns, to live.

It was useless to cry that you wanted to be good.
It was stupid to yell the promise of your redemption…
People are brutal and always hate a dreamer,
They mock and with laughter they cast off her best intentions
Your story and my honor stripped at the fair,
danced their dance of horror, without compassion …

Your anguish knew that was impossible,
fighting people is hellish.
That’s why you left me without saying it, love!
and finally you went to sink in your destiny.
Your life has since been a suicide,
maelstrom of horror and alcohol;
Last night you ended all, and my emotion
cries for you in your rest …Heart!

I wish that God protect your rest,
Love doll who could not achieve her dream.
I wanted to do more but it was only a longing;
May your soul forgive my life’s best effort.
Dressed in white, dying, your hope will arrive
dressed as a bride before God as it dreamed.


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Posted January 10, 2012 by Alberto & Valorie in Discepolo

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