Tango Lyrics in Spanish and
English
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UNA NOCHE DE GARUFA
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A night of partying (1909)
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Lyrics by: Gabriel Clausi |
Music by: Eduardo Arolas |
Translated by: Alberto
Paz |
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NO SUNG VERSION CURRENTLY AVAILABLE THIS IS A GOLDEN ERA RECORDING BY THE RICARDO TANTURI ORCHESTRA |
“One night of garufa”
was Eduardo Arolas first tango. It was conceived in 1909 barely a 17
year old teenager with an attitude and a penchant for flashy dressing.
The tales of the tango lore say that the tango was conceived very
intuitively, “by ear”, repeated by memory, since Arolas did not know
music to write it in a pentagrama. Francisco Canaro, in his memories
writes that he wrote the score for violin, soon Carlos Hernani Macchi
wrote the part corresponding to the piano. |
CASTELLANO | ENGLISH |
En esta noche de garufa
yo me quiero divertir con los amigos de bohemia en el viejo Armenonville. La vida es corta y se pianta muy pronto, en esta noche hay que vivir. En las nostálgicas veladas vuelve el tiempo del ayer con este tango que nos lleva como un sueño a su compás. Viejos recuerdos, paicas papusas, dulce momento del ayer. Cómo me emocionan tus notas en esta velada porteña, deja que la música embriague para hacer, del tango una fiesta. Yo te soñé como nostalgia que vuelve, vida, en suaves noches de luna, de antes, son los recuerdos que añoro de la garufa que ya se fue. Viejo recuerdo tanguero quiero vivir esta emoción, besar tus labios rojos, muchacha diquera. Que se enciendan los faroles para alumbrar esta ilusión de ver tus ojos negros brillando por mi amor. |
In this night of "garufa"
I want to have fun with friends of the bohemia at the old Armenonville. Life is short and it's gone in a moment, in this night it is necessary to live. In the nostalgic evening parties the old times return with this tango that takes us like a dream with its rhythm. Old memories, pretty women, sweet moments from the past. How your notes move me in this Buenos Aires evening; let the music intoxicate to make of a tango a celebration. I dreamed of you like nostalgia that returns, in pleasant moonlit nights, from the past are the memories I long for of the garufa that already went away. Old tanguero memory I want to live this emotion, to kiss your red lips, presumptuous girl. Let the streetlamps light up to illuminate this illusion of seeing your black eyes shining for my love. |
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