Tango Lyrics in Spanish and
English
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VENTANITA DE ARRABAL
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Little window of the suburb
(1927)
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Lyrics by: Pascual Contursi |
Music by: Antonio Scatasso |
Translated by: Alberto Paz | Return to Table of Contents |
Last update on: 6/27/08 | |
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Ventanita de arrabal
puede que un día vuelva si no te puedo olvidar. Cuando esten tus hojas secas abrazandome en tus rejas nos pondremos a llorar. En el barrio Caferata en un viejo conventillo con los pisos de ladrillo, minga de puerta cancel, donde van los organitos sus lamentos rezongando esta la piba esperando que pase el muchacho aquel. Aquel que solito entro al conventillo echando en los ojos el fungi marron. Botin enterizo el cuello con brillo pidio una guitarra y pa' ella canto. Aquel que un domingo bailaron un tango, aquel que le dijo: Me muero por vos... Aquel que su almita rodo por el tango, aquel que a la reja nunca más volvio. Ventanita del cotorro donde solo hay flores secas vos también abandonada de aquel dia...se quedo. El rocio de sus hojas, las garuas de la ausencia con el dolor de un suspiro tu tronquito destrozo. |
Little window of the outskirts
I may return one day if I can't forget to you. When your dry leaves be embracing me in your iron bars we will cry together. In the Caferata district in an old tenement with the brick floors, without a fancy door where the organ grinders go grumbling their moans the young lass is waiting for that young lad to pass by. The one who by himself entered conventillo covering his eyes with a brown hat. One-piece boot the neck with brightness he asked for a guitar and he sang for her. The one who on a Sunday danced a tango together, the one who told her: I'd die for you... The one who dragged her soul with the tango, the one who to the iron bars never returned. Little window of the room where there are only dry flowers you, also from that day were left abandoned... The dew of its leaves, drizzles of the absence with the pain a sigh your small branch destroyed. |
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