Mi tango triste · Miguel Caló · 1967

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Me torturé sin ti y entonces te busqué por los caminos del recuerdo y en el recodo más lejano te agitabas por volver y por librarte de ese infierno... Y se arrastró hasta mí tu vida sin amor con su dolor y su silencio y disfrazamos un pasado que luchaba por querer volver. Y fuiste tú la que alegró mi soledad, quien transformó en locura mi pasión y mi ternura y en horror mis horas mansas. Tú... Mi tango triste fuiste tú y nadie existe más que tú en mi destino... Y hoy te has hecho a un lado en mi camino... Y es muy tarde ya para volver llorando atrás y contener la angustia que por mustia duele mucho más. Se desgarró la luz y enmudeció mi voz aquella noche sin palabras al ver que tu alma estaba ausente y a tu lado siempre yo como una cosa abandonada... Y se arrastró hasta mí la sombra de otro amor y de otra voz que te llamaba y me sumiste en un pasado que luchaba por querer volver.

English · machine translation

I tortured myself without you and then I looked for you along the paths of memory and in the farthest bend you were agitated to return and to free you from that hell... And your loveless life crawled to me with its pain and its silence and we disguised a past that was struggling to want to to return. And it was you who brightened my loneliness, who transformed into madness my passion and my tenderness and in horror my gentle hours. It was you... My sad tango was you and no one exists more than you in my destiny... And today you've stepped aside in my way... And it's too late now to go back crying and hold back the anguish that because it's sad hurts much more. The light was torn and my voice was muffled that night without words when I saw that your soul was absent and by your side I was always by your side like an abandoned thing... And the shadow of another love crept up to me and of another voice that called you and you submerged me in a past that struggled to want to return. to return.