A MEDIA LUZ

At low light (1924)

LYRICS by: Carlos Cesar Lenzi

MUSIC by: Edgardo Donato

TRANSLATION by: Alberto Paz

Last updated on: 10/9/11

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Sing along with RODOLFO LESICA with HECTOR VARELA

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Corrientes tres cuatro ocho, segundo piso, ascensor; no hay porteros ni vecinos adentro, cocktel y amor. Pisito que puso Maple, piano, estera y velador… un telefon que contesta, una fonola que llora viejos tangos de mi flor, y un gato de porcelana pa que no maulle al amor. Y todo a media luz, que es un brujo el amor, a media luz los besos, a media luz los dos… Y todo a media luz, crepusculo interior, que suave terciopelo la media luz de amor. Juncal doce veinticuatro, telefonea sin temor; de tarde, te con masitas, de noche, tango y amor; los domingos, te danzante, los lunes, desolacion. Hay de todo en la casita: almohadones y divanes como en botica… coco, alfombras que no hacen ruido y mesa puesta al amor…

Corrientes three-four-eight, second floor, elevator There are no doormen nor neighbors. Inside, cocktail and love. Loft furnished by Maple: piano, rug and nightlamp, a telephone that answers, a fonograph that cries old tangos of my flower and a porcelain cat that can’t mew the love. And everything at half light that love is a sorcerer… At half light the kisses… At half light the two of us… And all at half light… interior twilight… What a soft velvet the half light of love! Juncal twelve twentyfour Call without fear. On afternoons, tea with pastries; at night, tango and love. On Sundays, tea dancing; on Mondays, emptiness… There is everything in the little house: pillows and sofas; like in a drugstore, coke; carpets muffling the sound and a table set for love.

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ADIOS ARRABAL

Farewell, suburbs

LYRICS by: Carlos Cesar Lienzi

MUSIC by: Juan Bauer (Firpito)

TRANSLATION by: Alberto Paz

Last updated on: 10/9/11

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Sing along with Angel Vargas with the Angel D’Agostino Orchestra

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Mañanita arrabalera Sin taitas por las veredas Ni minas en el balcón Tus faroles apagados Y los machos retobados En tu viejo callejónYo te canto envenenao Engrupido y amargao Hoy me separo de vos Adiós arrabal porteño Yo fui tu esclavo y tu dueño Y te doy mi último adiós.Madrecita yo fui un reo Y en tus brazos hoy me veo Lleno de felicidad Dime mi buena viejita Dónde esta mi noviecita Que no la puedo olvidar Hoy ya vuelvo arrepentido Hecho más hombre y más bueno A la vida del hogar Perdoname que tu hijo Tiene un pensamiento fijo Y nadie lo hará cambiar RECITADO El baile “Rodríguez Peña” El Mocho y el Cachafaz De la milonga porteña Que nunca más volverá Carnavales de mi vida Broncas, tiros y al final Los “espiantes” de las minas En aquel viejo arrabal

Little morning of the suburbs With no brave and bold men on the sidewalks Or young girls on the balcony Your streetlights turned off And the angry macho men In your old back alleyI sing to you pessimistic Conceited and bitter Today I separate from you Good-bye suburb of Buenos Aires I was your slave and your master And I bid you my final farewellMommy I was a deadbeat And in your arms I see myself today full of happiness Tell me my little old lady Where is my little sweetheart The one I can’t forget Today I return repentant More of a man, and a better one To the home life Forgive me that your son Has a fixed thought And nobody will make him change. RECITED The dance hall “Rodriguez Peña” Mocho and Cachafaz Of the milonga of Buenos Aires That will never return Carnivals of my life Brave nights and at the end Being stood up by the women In that old Buenos Aires suburb.

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