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| En esta tarde gris | This darkened afternoon | |
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Music: Maríano Mores Lyrics: José María Contursi (1) Rec. by Francisco Canaro (2) Rec. by Anibal Troilo with Francisco Fiorentino |
Tr. Jake Spatz Recited 03 May 2006, Divino Lounge |
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Que ganas de llorar en esta tarde gris, en su repiquetear la lluvia habla de ti. Remordimiento de saber que, por mi culpa, nunca, vida, nunca te vere. Mis ojos al cerrar te ven igual que ayer, temblando al implorar de nuevo mi querer. Y hoy es tu voz que vuelve a mi, en esta tarde gris. |
How much I want to cry this darkened afternoon, where every tap of rain seems like it speaks of you— it's what I get for finding out that never will I see you, never, love, and I'm the one to blame... I shut my eyes and see you just the same as then, all trembling in the plea to have my love again— only now I can hear the voice of you, this darkened afternoon. |
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Ven, triste me decias, que en esta soledad no puede más el alma mia... Ven, y apiadate de mi dolor, que estoy cansada de llorarte, de sufrir y esperarte y de hablar siempre a solas con mi corazón. Ven, que te quiero tanto que si no vienes hoy voy a quedar ahogada en llanto... No, no puede ser que siga asi, con este amor clavado en mi como una maldición. |
"Come..." you sobbed to me before; "for lonely as I am, my soul can't take it anymore... Come, and have some pity on my pain— I'm exhausted from the crying, from the suffering and the waiting, and from speaking all alone with this heart of mine... Come, because I still adore you, because if you stay away I'll end up drowning in my tears... No, no way can a life go on like this, with this love splitting me in two as though it were a curse." |
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No supe comprender tu desesperación y alegre me aleje en alas de otro amor. Que solo y triste me encontre cuando me vi tan lejos y mi engaño comprobe. Mis ojos al cerrar te ven igual que ayer temblando al implorar de nuevo mi querer, y hoy es tu voz que sangra en mi en esta tarde gris. |
I never understood your desperation then, and gladly off I flew to chase another love. How sad and alone I found myself when I saw how far I'd gone and knew my faithlessness... I close my eyes and see you just the same as then, all trembling in the plea to have my love again— only now I'm torn up by the voice of you, this darkened afternoon. |
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