Song
Pa' los muchachos · Eduardo Del Piano · 1948
Credit
- Music
- José Ranieri
- Lyrics
- Julian Centeya
Source: TangoCloud catalogue
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Lyrics
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Muchachos... Pido entrada y me arremango, Que esta noche traigo un tango Viejo tango, Corazón. Muchachos... Abanicando este fueye, Un viejo recuerdo llueve Su hilacha sentimental. En un rincón de Pompeya, Un callejón, una estrella La oscura pena de un bar. Era su alma la noche De dura sombra, negra y fatal, Prendida al alma la llevo Como condena, para mi mal. Rencores que no la olvidan Me asaltan a cada paso, Mostrándome en el fracaso El resto de una ilusión.
English · machine translation
Guys... I ask for a ticket and I roll up my sleeves, Tonight I bring a tango Old tango, Corazón. Boys... Fanning this fueye, An old memory rains Its sentimental thread. In a corner of Pompeii, An alley, a star The dark sorrow of a bar. Was his soul the night Of hard shadow, black and fatal, I carry it in my soul As a condemnation, for my evil. Grudges that do not forget her Assail me at every step, Showing me in failure The remainder of an illusion.
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1943: 1
Credit
- Music
- José Ranieri
- Lyrics
- Julian Centeya
Source: TangoCloud catalogue
Lyrics
Español
Muchachos... Pido entrada y me arremango, Que esta noche traigo un tango Viejo tango, Corazón. Muchachos... Abanicando este fueye, Un viejo recuerdo llueve Su hilacha sentimental. En un rincón de Pompeya, Un callejón, una estrella La oscura pena de un bar. Era su alma la noche De dura sombra, negra y fatal, Prendida al alma la llevo Como condena, para mi mal. Rencores que no la olvidan Me asaltan a cada paso, Mostrándome en el fracaso El resto de una ilusión.
English · machine translation
Guys... I ask for a ticket and I roll up my sleeves, Tonight I bring a tango Old tango, Corazón. Boys... Fanning this fueye, An old memory rains Its sentimental thread. In a corner of Pompeii, An alley, a star The dark sorrow of a bar. Was his soul the night Of hard shadow, black and fatal, I carry it in my soul As a condemnation, for my evil. Grudges that do not forget her Assail me at every step, Showing me in failure The remainder of an illusion.
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