SUERTE LOCA

Insane luck (1944)

LYRICS by: Francisco García Jiménez

MUSIC by: Anselmo Alfredo Aieta

TRANSLATION by: Alberto Paz

Last updated on: 8/9/13

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Sing along with ARMANDO MORENO with ENRIQUE RODRIGUEZ

The great poet Garcia Jimenez writes a memorable set of verses using card game terminology and jargon to describe the scars left by life experiences on a man who resents hearing his hard earned wisdom called pure, insane luck.

CASTELLANO

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En el naipe del vivir suelo acertar la carta de la boca, y a mi lado oigo decir que es porque estoy con una suerte loca. Al saber le llaman suerte..! Yo aprendí viendo trampearme, y ahora sólo han de coparme cuando banquen con la Muerte. En el naipe del vivir, para ganar, primero perdí. Yo también entré a jugar confiado en la ceguera del azar y luego vi que todo era mentir y el capital en manos del más vil… No me creés…¡Te pierde el corazón! ¡Qué fe tenés!…¿No ves que no acertás? ¿Que si apuntás a cartas de ilusión son de dolor las cartas que se dan? No me envidies si me ves acertador, pues soy el Desengaño… Y si ciego así perdés, es que tenés los lindos veinte años… El tapete es la esperanza y, a pesar de lo aprendido, si me dan lo que he perdido vuelve a hundirme la confianza… ¡Suerte loca es conservar una ilusión en tanto penar!

In the card game of life I often choose the right words out of my mouth, and I hear say around me that’s because I’ve an insane luck. To knowing, they call it luck ..! I learned by watching them trick me, and now they’re only going to beat me when they use Death as the dealer. In the card game of life, to win, first I lost. I also got in the game trusting in the blindness of chance and then I saw that all was about lying and the capital was in the hands of the most vile … Don’t you believe me … your heart is failing you! How certain you are! … Can’t you see you got it wrong? That if you seek illusion cards they deal cards of pain? Don’t envy me if you see me being right, for I am the Heartbreak … And if you lose so blind, is because you’re a cute twenty years old … The card table is hope and, despite of what’s been learned, if you give me what I lost confidence sinks me again… Insane luck is to keep an illusion among so much suffering

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MARIPOSITA

Small butterfly (1941)

LYRICS by: Francisco García Jiménez

MUSIC by: Anselmo Aieta

TRANSLATION by: Alberto Paz

Last updated on: 5/12/12

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Sing along with ARIEL ARDIT

CASTELLANO

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Un bandoneón con su resuello tristón. La noche en el cristal de la copa y del bar y del tiempo que pasó… Mi corazón con su borracha emoción. Y en otra voz, la voz de la historia vulgar, dice mi vulgar dolor… Mariposita, muchachita de mi barrio, te busco por el centro, te busco y no te encuentro, siguiendo este calvario con la cruz del mismo error. Te busco porque acaso nos iríamos del brazo… Vos te equivocaste con tu arrullo de sedas palpitantes, y yo con mi barullo de sueños delirantes, en un mundo engañador. ¡Volvamos a lo de antes! ¡Dame el brazo y vámonos! Ni vos ni yo sabemos cuál se perdió. Ni dónde el bien, ni el mal, tuvo un día final y otro día comenzó… Yo bebo más porque esta noche vendrás. Mi corazón te ve; pero habrá que beber mucho… ¡pero mucho más!…

A bandoneon with its sad breath. The night on the glass of the cup and the bar and of the time that passed… My heart with its drunken emotion. And in another voice, the voice of the common history, says my vulgar pain … Little butterfly, girl from my neighborhood, I look for you around down town, I look and I don’t find you, following this ordeal with the cross of the same error. I look for you because perhaps we would go arm in arm… You were wrong with your lullaby of fluttering silk, and I, with my racket of delirious dreams, in a deceitful world. Let’s go back to before! Give me your arm and go! Neither you nor I know which one was lost. Nor where the good or evil, had a final day and another day began … I drink more because tonight you will come. My heart sees you; but it’ll have to drink a lot … But much more! …

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CARNAVAL
Carnival (1927)
LYRICS by: Francisco Garcia Jimenez	MUSIC by: Anselmo Aieta
TRANSLATION by: Alberto Paz
Last updated on: 7/17/11
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Sing along with CARLOS GARDEL Sing along with CARLOS DANTE with Alfredo De Angelis
Colombina, Arlequin and Pierrot were characters of the Commedia de l’arte (Italy 16th century). The setting for this tango is the celebration of Carnaval, a porteño tradition that dates back to the 19th century. Besides the parades, second lines and parfumed water fights, the maximun entertainment consisted of dancing at lavish parties in theaters. During the first five years of the 20th century, the major theaters featured orchestras of up to forty professional musicians and the rhythm of the early tango was at the top of the preferences of the dancers. Hidden behind the masks, the human spirit had free rein to experience hidden impulses, such as the neighborhood girl succumbing to the temptations brought upon by money and flowing champagne.

CASTELLANO

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¿Sos vos, pebeta (muchacha)? ¿Sos vos? ¿Cómo te va? ¿Estás de baile? ¿Con quién? ¡Con un bacán (galan)! ¡Tan bien vestida, das el golpe!… Te lo digo de verdad… ¿Habré cambiado que vos, ni me mirás, y sin decirme ni adiós, ya vas a entrar? No te apresures. Mientras paga el auto tu bacán (Don Juan), yo te diré: ¿Dónde vas con mantón de Manila, dónde vas con tan lindo disfraz? Nada menos que a un baile lujoso donde cuesta la entrada un platal… ¡Qué progresos has hecho, pebeta! Te cambiaste por seda el percal… Disfrazada de rica estás papa, lo mejor que yo vi en Carnaval. La vida rueda… También rodaste vos. Yo soy el mismo que ayer era tu amor. Muy poca cosa: un buen muchacho, menos plata que ilusión… Y aquí en la puerta, cansado de vagar, las mascaritas al baile miro entrar. Vos entrás también y la bienvenida, a media voz, yo te daré. Divertite, gentil Colombina, con tu serio y platudo Arlequín. Comprador del cariño y la risa, con su bolsa que no tiene fin. Coqueteá con tu traje de rica que no pudo ofrecerte Pierrot, que el disfraz sólo dura una noche, pues lo queman los rayos del sol.

Is that you girlfriend? Is that you? How are you? You going dancing? With whom? With a rich man! You’re dressed so well, you are a hit! Let me tell you, that’s the truth. Might I’ve changed that you not even look at me, and without even saying bye, you’re going in? Don’t hurry up. While your rich man pays the driver, I’ll tell you: Where are you going with a Manila shawl, where are you going with such a pretty disguise? Nothing short of a luxurious ballroom where it costs a fortune to get in… How much you have progressed, girlfriend! You traded percale for silk Disguised as a rich woman you look marvelous, the best thing I saw in Carnival. Life rolls… Also you rolled. I’m the same one who yesterday was your love. Nothing much: a good man less money than illusion… And here at the door, tired of roaming, I watch the masked ones enter the dance hall You go in too and a welcome, in a low voice, I will give you. Have fun, gentile Colombina, with your serious and rich Arlequin. Buyer of the affection and the laughter with his deep pocket. Flirt in your rich woman’s dress that Pierrot couldn’t afford the disguise only lasts one night, because it burns under the rays of the sun.

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LUNES

Monday (1927)

LYRICS by: Francisco Garcia Jimenez

MUSIC by: Jose Luis Padula

TRANSLATION by: Alberto Paz

Last updated on: 2/1/11

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Sing along with Carlos Dante with Alfredo de Angelis

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CASTELLANO

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Un catedrático escarba su bolsillo pa’ ver si un níquel le alcanza pa’ un completo… Ayer -¡qué dulce!-, la fija del potrillo; hoy -¡qué vinagre!-, rompiendo los boletos… El almanaque nos bate que es lunes, que se ha acabado la vida bacana, que viene al humo una nueva semana con su mistongo programa escorchador.Rumbeando pa’l taller va Josefina, que en la milonga, ayer, la iba de fina. La reina del salón ayer se oyó llamar… Del trono se bajó pa’ir a trabajar… El lungo Pantaleón ata la chata de traje fulerón y en alpargata. Ayer en el Paddock jugaba diez y diez… Hoy va a cargar carbón al Dique 3.Piantó el domingo del placer, bailongo, póker y champán. Hasta el más seco pudo ser por diez minutos un bacán. El triste lunes se asomó, mi sueño al diablo fue a parar, la redoblona se cortó y pa’l laburo hay que rumbear. Pero, ¿qué importa que en este monte criollo hoy muestre un lunes en puerta el almanaque? Si en esa carta caímos en el hoyo, ya ha de venir un domingo que nos saque. No hay mal, muchachos, que dure cien años y ligaremos también un bizcocho… A lo mejor acertamos las ocho ¡y quién te ataja ese día, corazón!…

An expert in predicting the outcome of horse races digs in his pocket to see if a nickel is enough to get some breakfast. Yesterday – how sweet! – The bet on a colt; today – how sour! – tearing off the tickets … The calendar tells us it is Monday, that the good life is over, that a new week is blowing in with its poor annoying plan.Heading for the shop goes Josefina, who in the milonga, yesterday pretended to be fine. The queen of the dance hall she heard being called yesterday She stepped down the throne to go to work … Long tall Pantaleon prepares the truck dressed sloppily and wearing sandals. Yesterday in the Paddock he bet ten and ten … Today he’s going to load coal at dock 3.The Sunday of pleasure is gone dance hall, poker and champagne. Even the poorest guy was a well to do for ten minutes. The blue Monday showed up, my dream went to hell, the double bet failed and we must head for work. But what matters that in this card game Today the calendar shows a Monday at the door? If in that card we fell into the hole, there will be a Sunday to dig us up No bad deed, guys, lasts one hundred years and we also will get some cake … Maybe we win the bets on the eight races And who stops you that day, my love!

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Updated 9/6/10

OIGO TU VOZ

I Hear Your Voice

LYRICS by: Francisco Garcia Jimenez

MUSIC by: Mario Canaro

TRANSLATION by: Alberto Paz

Last updated on: 9/6/10

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Sing along with Enrique Campos with the Ricardo Tanturi Orchestra

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CASTELLANO

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Miedo de morir, ansia de vivir, sueño o realidad?. Algo quiere ser un amanecer en mi soledad. Canto que olvidé, sitios que dejé, dicha que perdí. Hoy en la emoción de mi corazón todo vuelve a mí! Oigo tu voz la que mi oído no olvida! Me trae tu voz hasta mi pena escondida la luz y la vida de un rayo de sol. Vuelvo a escuchar el nombre mío en tu acento, sin descifrar si es la palabra que siento mentira del viento, delirio, no más. Tiemblo por saber si en mi puerta estás, si es tu propia voz;avoid crying y no quiero abrir para no llorar muerta mi ilusión. Déjame pensar que a salvar vendrás el deshecho amor. Déjame creer que eres siempre, al fin, tú mejor que yo!

Fear of dying, desire to live, dream or reality?. Somehing wants to be a sunrise in my solitude. Song that I forgot, places that I left, joy that I lost. Today in the emotion of my heart all comes back to me! I hear your voice which my ears don’t forge! Your voice brings me to my sorrow hidden the light and life of a ray of sunshine. I listen again my name on your accent undecipherable if the word I’m hearing it’s the lie of the wind Delirium, no more. I shudder to know if you are at my door, if it is your own voice; I do not want to open to avoid crying my dream dead. Let me think that you’ll come to save the broken love. Let me believe you’re always in the end better than me

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