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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CASTELLANO

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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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Updated 10/19/10 

MURIO EL MALEVO

The street fighter died (1953)

LYRICS by: Carlos Waiss

MUSIC by: Hector Varela

TRANSLATION by: Alberto Paz

Last updated on: 10/8/10

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Sing along with Rodolfo Lesica with the Hector Varela orchestra

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El barrio rezonga, se ha muerto el malevo que triste y callado quedo el arrabal la noche parece vestirse de duelo y tiembla la sangre que enluta un puñal.  Pensar que un mocoso de puro atrevido busco madrugarlo para hacerse cartel y en cuanto el malevo tanteaba el cuchillo tenia hasta el mango clavado el de el. La cortada lloro sangre y apretandose la herida fue boqueando en su agonia por el viejo callejon Ni una mano ni un amigo, le ayudo a cerrar los ojos Ni unos tibios labios rojos le rezaron un adios. (Recitado) Pobre guapo, lo achuraron como a res de matadero y hoy, y hoy a cada conventillo, llega un cacho de emocion (Cantado) En la ronda de un boliche, entonandose un gargero mientras cuenta alguna hazaña por el malevo que murio. “Lo vieron plantado, guapear sin alardes jugarse una carta de frente a un rival copando un cariño de dos ojos negros manojos de celos de aquel arrabal.” La Tierra del Fuego no pudo domarlo diez años de carcel su hombrada pago. Su pobre viejita de tanto llorarlo mordiendo su angustia de pena murio.

The neighborhood grumbles, has died the street fighter how sad and quiet the suburb has become the night seems to dress up with mourning and the blood trembles casting a shadow over a dagger.  To think that an insolent brat punk tried to catch him off guard to show off and as the brawler fumbled for his knife he already had the other’s buried to the handle into him. The wound wept blood, and clutching the wound he was gasping in agony by the old alley Not a hand or a friend helped him close his eyes Nor any warm red lips prayed him a goodbye. (Recited) Poor fighter, they gut him like a slaughterhouse’s cow and today, and today to each tenement, there comes a piece of emotion (Sung) In the round of a cantina, alcohol in the windpipe there is a telling of some feat of the fighter who died. “The saw him standing up, defiant without fanfare Taking a stand in front of a rival monopolizing the fondness of two black eyes bunchs of jealousy from that suburb.” Tierra del Fuego could not tame him ten years in jail, he paid for his manly act. His poor old mother, from crying so much biting her anguish, she died of heartache.

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HISTORIA DE UN AMOR

A Love Story (1956)

LYRICS by: Carlos Almarán

MUSIC by: Carlos Almarán

TRANSLATION by: Alberto Paz

Last updated on: 9/8/11

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Sing along with Rodolfo Lesica with the Hector Varela orchestra

This song was written by Panamanian songwriter Carlos Eleta Almaran, and it tells the story about a man’s old love. It was written after the death of his brother’s wife. The tango arrangement belongs to the Hector Varela orchestra

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Ya no estás a mi lado, corazón, en el alma sólo tengo soledad y si ya no puedo verte, por que Dios me hizo quererte para hacerme sufrir más…Siempre fuiste la razón de mi existir, adorarte para mí fue religión. Y en tus besos yo encontraba el calor que me brindaba, el amor y la pasión. Es la historia de un amor, como no hay otro igual. Que me hizo comprender, todo el bien todo el mal, que le dio luz a mi vida, apagandola después. ¡Ay, qué vida tan oscura, corazón, sin tu amor no viviré!

You’re no longer at my side, heart, I only have loneliness in the soul and if I can’t see you  any longer, why God made me love you to make me suffer more…You were always the reason for my existence, worshiping you for me was like religion. And in your kisses I’ve found the heat that they gave me the love and the passion. It is the story of a love, as there has been no equal. That made me understand all the good all the bad, that illuminated my life, turning it off afterwards. Oh, what a dark life, heart Without your love I will not live !

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