Song
Ninguna · Color Tango (Roberto Alvarez) · 2009
1942: 2, 6; 1948: 1, 0; 1952: 1, 3; 1963: 1, 10; 2009: 1, 0
Credit
- Music
- Raúl Fernández Siro
- Lyrics
- Homero Manzi
Source: TangoCloud catalogue
Every recording
6 recordings · our catalogue, dances filmed on TangoTube · 16 more we know of
Choose A and B on two recordings to hear them one after the other.
- Aníbal TroiloMost dancedRoberto Rufino · RCA Victor · Apr 2310 dances1963
- Ángel D'AgostinoÁngel Vargas · RCA Victor · Dec 303 dances1942
- Osvaldo FresedoHéctor Pacheco · Columbia · May 133 dances1952
- Ricardo MalerbaEarliest we holdOrlando Medina · Nov 193 dances1942
- Color Tango (Roberto Alvarez)Roberto DecarreNot danced on film yet2009
- Enrique AlessioAlberto Castillo · Jan 8Not danced on film yet1948
- Alberto GómezNot in our catalogue1944
- -unspecified orchestra-Not in our catalogueNelly Omar1945
- Aníbal TroiloNot in our catalogueAlberto Castillo1947
- Ángel F. CondercuriNot in our catalogueAlberto Castillo · Jan 81948
- Horacio DevalNot in our catalogueAug 101959
- Ciriaco Ortiz, Ubaldo Aquiles De LioNot in our catalogue1965
- Osvaldo RequenaNot in our catalogueAlberto Castillo1975
- Adriana VarelaNot in our catalogue
- Néstor FabiánNot in our catalogue
- Edmundo RiveroNot in our catalogue
- Libertad LamarqueNot in our catalogue
- Jorge FalcónNot in our catalogue
- Soledad VillamilNot in our catalogue
- Alberto GómezNot in our catalogue
Lyrics
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Esta puerta se abrió para tu paso. Este piano tembló con tu canción. Esta mesa, este espejo y estos cuadros guardan ecos del eco de tu voz. Es tan triste vivir entre recuerdos... Cansa tanto escuchar ese rumor de la lluvia sutil que llora el tiempo sobre aquello que quiso el corazón. No habrá ninguna igual, no habrá ninguna, ninguna con tu piel ni con tu voz. Tu piel, magnolia que mojó la luna. Tu voz, murmullo que entibió el amor. No habrá ninguna igual, todas murieron en el momento que dijiste adiós. Cuando quiero alejarme del pasado, es inútil... me dice el corazón. Ese piano, esa mesa y esos cuadros guardan ecos del eco de tu voz. En un álbum azul están los versos que tu ausencia cubrió de soledad. Es la triste ceniza del recuerdo nada más que ceniza, nada más...
English · machine translation
This door opened for your passage. This piano trembled with your song. This table, this mirror and these pictures hold echoes of the echo of your voice. It is so sad to live among memories... It's so tiring to listen to that murmur of the subtle rain that cries the time over what the heart wanted. There won't be any equal, there won't be any, none with your skin or your voice. Your skin, magnolia that wet the moon. Your voice, murmur that warmed love. There will be none equal, they all died the moment you said goodbye. When I want to get away from the past, it's useless... my heart tells me. That piano, that table and those paintings keep echoes of the echo of your voice. In a blue album are the verses that your absence covered with loneliness. It is the sad ashes of memory nothing more than ashes, nothing more...
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