Tango Lyrics in Spanish and
English
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POR QUE LA QUISE TANTO
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Why I loved her so much (1961)
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Music by: Maríano Mores | |||
Lyrics by: Rodolfo M. Taboada | |||
Translated by: Alberto
Paz |
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Released by Hugo del
Carril in the show Stars in the Avenue, in September of 1961. Mariano
Mores recorded with Miguel Montero in February 1961. There is a 1962
Jose Basso recording with Roberto Flori. In 1963, Osvaldo
Pugliese with Jorge for Maciel recorded it the Phillips label. |
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Version en castellano | English translation | ||
Remotos bandoneones
despliegan en la noche sus pajaros de bruma; y un coro de fantasmas que gritan en las sombras preguntan y preguntan, preguntan por que lloro, preguntan por que canto, por que no la maldigo, por que la quise tanto... tanto... Yo solo se que fue el remanso de mi vida gris, que en el calvario de mis dias fue una tibia luz, que bendigo esta negra cruz, que esta aqui... y esta ausente... y sangra en mis labios desesperadamente. Las sombras implacables jugando con mi angustia me acosan y preguntan. Preguntan por que en vano la espero todavia; por que vivo soñando que alguna vez fue mia... mia... Yo solo se que fue el remanso de mi vida gris, que en el calvario de mis dias fue una tibia luz, que bendigo esta negra cruz, que esta aqui... y esta ausente... y sangra en mis labios desesperadamente. |
Remote bandoneons
unfold in the night its birds of mist; and a choir of ghosts that shout in the shades ask and ask, ask why I cry, ask why I sing, why I don't curse her, why I loved her so much... so much... All I know that she was the backwater of my gray life, that in the calvary of my day she was a lukewarm light, that I bless this black cross, that she is here... and she's absent... and bleeds desperately in my lips. The implacable shades playing with my anguish harass me and ask. They ask why, in vain I still wait for her; why I live dreaming that one time she was mine... mine... All I know that she was the backwater of my gray life, that in the calvary of my day she was a lukewarm light, that I bless this black cross, that she is here... and she's absent... and bleeds desperately in my lips. |
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