NOCHE DE REYES

Twelfth Night (1926)

LYRICS by: Jorge Curi

MUSIC by: Pedro Maffia

TRANSLATION by: Alberto Paz

Last updated on: 1/6/13

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Sing along with CARLOS GARDEL

CASTELLANO

ENGLISH

La quise como nadie, tal vez, la había querido Y la adoraba tanto que hasta celos sentí, Por ella me hice bueno, honrado y buen marido Y en hombre de trabajo, mi vida convertí. Al cabo de algún tiempo, de unir nuestro destino, Nacía un varoncito, orgullo del hogar, Y era mi dicha tanta, ver claro mi camino, Ser hombre de trabajo, honrado y trabajador. Pero una noche de Reyes Cuando a mi hogar regresaba, Comprobé que me engañaba Con el amigo más fiel, Ofendido en mi amor propio Quise vengar el ultraje, Lleno de ira y coraje Sin compasión los maté. ¡Qué cuadro, compañero!… No quiero ni acordarme, Me llena de vergüenza, de odio y de rencor, De qué valió ser bueno, si aparte de engañarme, Clavaron en mi pecho la flecha del dolor. Por eso, compañero, como hoy es día de Reyes, Los zapatitos, el nene, afuera los dejó, Espera un regalito, y no sabe que a la madre ¡Por falsa y por canalla, su padre la mató!…

I loved her like no one, perhaps, had loved her And l adored her so much that I even felt jealousy, For her I became good, honest and good husband And a working man, my life became. After some time, of uniting our destiny, A boy was born, the pride of the home And my happiness was plenty, seeing my way clear, Being a working man, honest and hardworking. But on one Twelfth Night When I was returning to my home, I found that she was cheating With the most faithful friend, My pride being offended I wanted to avenge the outrage, Full of anger and courage I killed them mercilessly. What a sight, buddy! … I don’t even want to remember, It fills me with shame, hatred and rancor, What good was being good, if besides deceiving me They dug into my chest the arrow of pain. That’s why friend, since today is Epiphany, The little boy put out his little shoes. He expects a little present, not knowing that For fake and rogue, his father killed his mother! ….

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MADRE HAY UNA SOLA

Mother, there is only one (1930)

LYRICS by: José de la Vega

MUSIC by: Agustín Bardi

TRANSLATION by: Alberto Paz

Last updated on: 6/10/12

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CASTELLANO

ENGLISH

Pagando antiguas locuras Y ahogando mi triste queja, Volví a buscar en la vieja Aquellas hondas ternuras Que abandonadas dejé. Y al verme nada me dijo Por mis torpezas pasadas, Palabras dulcificadas De amor por el hijo Tan sólo escuché! Besos y amores… Amistades… bellas farsas y rosadas ilusiones en el mundo hay a montones por desgracia… ¡Madre hay una sola!… Y aunque un día la olvidé me enseñó al final la vida que a ese amor hay que volver. Y nadie venga a arrancarme del lado de quien me adora de quien con fe bienhechora se esfuerza por consolarme de mi pasado dolor… Las tentaciones son vanas para burlar su cariño; para ella soy siempre un niño, ¡Benditas sus canas! ¡Bendito su amor!

Paying old follies And drowning my sad complaint I sought in the old woman Those deep tenderness That I left abandoned. And seeing me she said nothing About my past blunders, Sweetened words of love for the son, It’s all I heard! Kisses and love … Friends … beautiful shams and rosy illusions in the world there are plenty unfortunately … Mother, there is only one! … And though one day I forgot her Life taught me at the end that to that love we must return . And nobody tear me away from the one who adores me from whom with beneficent faith strives to comfort me from my past pain … The temptations are vain to circumvent her affection; for her I am always a child, Blessed be her gray hair! Blessed  be her love!

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LO HAN VISTO CON OTRA

They’ve seen him with someone else (1928)

LYRICS by: Horacio Pettorossi

MUSIC by: Horacio Pettorossi

TRANSLATION by: Alberto Paz

Last updated on: 1/6/12

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Sing along with EDMUNDO RIVERO with ORQUESTA HORACIO SALGAN

Requested by Juan from Switzerland. “Te agradezco anticipadamente y te felicito por el maravilloso trabajo que hacen, para poder compartir con argentinos por el mundo amantes del tango. Saludos, Juan”

CASTELLANO

ENGLISH

Lo han visto con otra, te han dicho esta tarde lo han visto con otra, con otra mujer, Que no lo querias hacias alarde mas hoy confesabas tu hondo querer. Ya ves vecinita, lo ingrata que has sido ayer te burlabas de su pobre amor pero hoy una amiga te ha dicho al oido: “Lo he visto con otra”, y lloras de dolor. Tango, tango, vos que fuiste el amigo confidente de su amor. Tango, tango, hoy precisa de tu ayuda para calmar su dolor Tango, tango, vos que estas en todas partes esta noche es la ocasion de que llegue hasta su reja el eco de una queja de un triste bandoneon Yo tengo una pena que llevo en el alma por una perversa que no se olvidar sus ojos muy negros robaron mi calma y sufro en silencio yo no se llorar Ya ves yo no tengo tampoco alegrias, por eso me apena el verte sufrir, tambien en mis noches muy tristes y frias las horas son largas, no puedo dormir.

They’ve seen him with someone else, they told you this afternoon they’ve seen him with someone else, with another woman, That you didn’t love him, you had been boasting but now you confessed your deep love. So you see, little neighbor, how ungrateful you’ve been Yesterday you mocked his poor love but today a friend has told you in the ear: “They have seen him with another woman,” and you cry from the pain. Tango, tango, you who were the friend confident of his love. Tango, tango, today she needs your help to sooth her pain. Tango, tango, you who are everywhere tonight is the occasion that it come into her gate the echo of a moaning of a sad bandoneon. I have a pain that I carry in my soul for a perverse one that I didn’t know how to forget her very black eyes stole my calm and I suffer in silence and I do not how to cry You see I have no joys either, that’s why I’m sorry to see you suffer, also in my nights very sad and cold the hours are long, I can not sleep.

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ANCLAO EN PARIS

Anchored in Paris (1931)

LYRICS by: Enrique Cadicamo

MUSIC by: Guillermo Barbieri

TRANSLATION by: Alberto Paz

Last updated on: 10/15/11

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Written by Cadicamo en Barcelona, Spain and sent to Gardel who was in France at the time.

CASTELLANO

ENGLISH

Tirao por la vida de errante bohemio estoy, Buenos Aires, anclao en Paris; curtido de males, bandeado de apremios, te evoco desde este lejano pais. Contemplo la nieve que cae blandamente desde mi ventana que da al bulevar. Las luces rojizas con tonos murientes, parecen pupilas de extraño mirar. Lejano Buenos Aires, !que lindo que has de estar! Ya van para diez años que me viste zarpar. Aqui, en este Montmartre, faubourg sentimental, yo siento que el recuerdo me clava su puñal. !Como habra cambiado tu calle Corrientes! !Suipacha, Esmeralda, tu mismo arrabal! Alguien me ha contado que estas floreciente y un juego de calles se da en diagonal. !No sabes las ganas que tengo de verte! Aqui estoy parado, sin plata y sin fe. !Quien sabe una noche me encane la muerte y… chau, Buenos Aires, no te vuelva a ver!

Pulled by the life of a nomadic Bohemian I am, Buenos Aires, anchored in Paris; hardened by evils, chased by pressures, I evoke you from this distant country. I contemplate the snow that falls softly from my window that faces the boulevard. The reddish lights with dimming tones, seem like pupils of strange gaze. Distant Buenos Aires, how pretty you must be! It’s going on ten years since you saw me weigh anchor. Here, in this Montmartre, sentimental district, I feel that the memory digs its dagger in me. How must have changed your Corrientes Street! Suipacha, Esmeralda, your very own suburb! Somebody has told me that you’re flourishing and a set of streets run in diagonal. You don’t know the desire I have to see you! Here I am stopped, without money or faith. Who knows, one night death takes me away and… so long, Buenos Aires, I don’t return to see you!

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EL SOL DEL VEINTICINCO

The sun of the twenty fifth

LYRICS by: Domingo Lombardi

MUSIC by: Santiago Rocca

TRANSLATION by: Alberto Paz

Last updated on: 5/23/11

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Sing along with Carlos Gardel

This song pays tribute to the May Revolution of 1810 that marked the birth of the future Republica Argentina. The date May 25 is celebrated as a national holiday in Argentina. Contrary to what some may think, it is not a tango or a milonga but a folk song of the Gato cancion genre.

CASTELLANO

ENGLISH

Ya el sol del veinticinco viene asomando, ya el sol del veinticinco viene asomando y su luz en el Plata va reflejando, y su luz en el Plata va reflejando. (recitado) ¿Oído? Ya lo anuncia la voz del cañón, icemos al tope nuestro pabellón. Y las campanas mezclan sus alborotos al de las dianas. “¡Viva la Patria!” se oye y el clamoreo, “¡Viva la Patria!” se oye y el clamoreo, hace dentrar en la sangre cierto hormigueo, hace dentrar en la sangre cierto hormigueo. (recitado) Al pueblo y al gauchaje hace el entusiasmo temblar de coraje. Y hasta parece que la estatua ‘e Belgrano se estremeciese. Al blanco y al celeste de tu bandera, al blanco y al celeste de tu bandera, contempló victoriosa la cordillera, contempló victoriosa la cordillera. (recitado) A traerte laureles cruzaron los Andes San Martín, Las Heras, Soler y otros grandes. Y ya, paisanos, fueron libres los pueblos americanos.

Already the sun of the twenty-fifth is looming, already the sun of the twenty-fifth is hovering and its light on the River Plate is reflecting and its light on the River Plate is reflecting. (Recited) Heard? The voice of the cannon is already announcing, let’s raise our flag to the top . And the bells mix their ringing to the reveille’s sounds.” Long live the motherland!” it’s heard and the clamor, ‘Long live the motherland!” it’s heard and the clamor, gets into the blood with a certain tingling, gets into the blood with a certain tingling. (Recited) To the people and the gauchos enthusiasm makes them tremble with courage. And it even seems that the statue of Belgrano shudders. To the white and blue of your flag To the white and blue of your flag looked victorious the mountain range, looked victorious the mountain range. (Recited) To bring you laurels they crossed the Andes San Martín, Las Heras, Soler and other great ones. And, then countrymen, were free the people of the Americas.

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