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Music: Lucio Demare Lyrics: Homero Manzi Rec. by Anibal Troilo with Jorge Casal & Raul Beron |
Tr. Jake Spatz Recited 14 Dec. 05, Divino Lounge |
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Malena canta el tango como ninguna y en cada verso pone su corazón; a yuyo del suburbio su voz perfuma, Malena tiene pena de bandoneón. Tal vez alla en la infancia su voz de alondra tomo ese tono oscuro del callejon, o acaso aquel romance que solo nombra cuando se pone triste con el alcohol. Malena canta el tango con voz de sombra, Malena tiene pena de bandoneón. |
Malena sings the tango like nobody else, she pours her heart in every line and every line's her own. Her voice has all the smell of the crabgrass in the outskirts; Malena feels the pain of the bandoneon. Maybe long ago, somewhere back in childhood, her skylark voice acquired that dark, back-alley tone, or maybe it was that romance she never even names unless she gets to drinking, saddened and alone. Malena sings the tango with a voice of shadow, Malena feels the pain of the bandoneon. |
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Tu canción tiene el frio del último encuentro, tu canción se hace amarga en la sal del recuerdo. Yo no se si tu voz es la flor de una pena, solo se que al rumor de tus tangos, Malena, te siento más buena mas buena que yo. |
Your song has the cold of a last encounter, your song is harsh with the salt of memory. I don't know if your voice is the bloom of heartbreak, I only know that in the wake of your tangos, Malena, I feel that you're better, much better than me. |
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Tus ojos son oscuros como el olvido, tus labios apretados como el rencor, tus manos, dos palomas que sienten frio, tus venas tienen sangre de bandoneón. Tus tangos son criaturas abandonadas que cruzan sobre el barro del callejon cuando todas las puertas estan cerradas y ladran los fantasmas de la canción. Malena canta el tango con voz quebrada; Malena tiene pena de bandoneón. |
Your eyes are in darkness like something forgotten, your lips in a grudge that tightens to bone, your hands, like two shivering doves in the coldness, and your veins have the blood of the bandoneon. Your tangos are creatures orphaned, abandoned to the mud of the alleys they run through alone, when the doors and the windows are bolted and shuttered, and the ghosts of the music wail on their own. Malena sings the tango with a voice that's shattered, Malena feels the pain of the bandoneon. |
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