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Lyrics: Enrique Santos Discépolo Music: Maríano Mores Rec. by Francisco Canaro with Carlos Roldán |
Tr. Jake Spatz Recited 21 Dec. 05, Divino Lounge (first version); Fourth version (below) prepared for the show "Uno" produced by Sharna Fabiano (March 2008) |
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Uno busca lleno de esperanzas el camino que los sueños prometieron a sus ansias... Sabe que la lucha es cruel y es mucha pero lucha y se desangra por la fe que lo empecina. Uno va arrastrándose entre espinas y en su afan de dar su amor... sufre y se destroza hasta entender: que uno se ha quedao sin corazón... Precio de castigo que uno entrega por un beso que no llega o un amor que lo engañó... Vacío ya de amar y de llorar tanta traición... |
One goes searching full of expectations down the path that had been promised in one’s dreams to one’s desires... One knows the fight’s a vicious and a tough one but one fights it through the bloodshed with a faith that never tires. Time and again one clambers into thorns and in the urge to pledge one’s love suffers and gets destroyed until one learns that one’s been left without a heart at all... One pays it out as the price of being punished for every kiss that never comes or every love that leaves one fooled... too empty then to care and shed a tear for being so betrayed... |
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Si yo tuviera el corazón... el corazón que di... Si yo pudiera como ayer querer sin presentir... Es posible que a tus ojos que me gritan su cariño los cerrara con mis besos... sin pensar que eran como esos otros ojos, los perversos, los que hundieron mi vivir... Si yo tuviera el corazón, el mismo que perdí; si olvidara a la que ayer lo destrozó, y pudiera amarte... me abrazaria a tu illusion... para llorar tu amor. |
If I could have the heart again... the heart I gave away... If I could love without a scare, the same as yesterday... There’s a chance that when your eyes are howling me affection I might kiss them to a close... without a thought they’re just like those two other eyes, that turned against me, the ones that ruined life for me... If I could have the heart again... the very same I lost; if I could just forget the one who smashed it once, and could I only love you... then your illusions I’d embrace... to cry for your love too. |
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Pero, Dios, te trajo a mi destino sin pensar que ya es muy tarde y no sabre como quererte... Déjame que llore como aquel que sufre en vida la tortura de llorar su propia muerte. Buena como sos, habriás salvado mi esperanza con tu amor... Uno está tan solo en su dolor, uno está tan ciego en su penar... Pero un frio cruel que es peor que el odio, —punto muerto de las almas— tumba horrenda de mi amor, maldijo para siempre y me robó toda ilusión... |
But, God, you came walking into my future without a thought that now it’s too late and I won’t know how to love you... Let me cry just like a man who suffers while he’s still alive the torture of having his own death to cry for. Goodness that you are, you might have saved my sense of longing with your love... Sorrows make a person so alone, suffering makes a person get so blind... Except a cruel coldness worse than hatred, —the very dead spot of the soul— my love’s own terrifying tomb, condemned me ever afterward and stole every hope of mine... |
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