Song
Canto por no llorar · Francisco Canaro · 1931
Canto por no llorar · Francisco Canaro · 1931 was sung by Charlo.†
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Recordings by year
Source: TangoCloud catalogue
1931: 1
Credit
- Music
- Gerardo Matos Rodríguez, Enrique Delfino
Source: TangoCloud catalogue
Lyrics
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Una noche fría Junto a mi ventana, Sentí un aletear... Era una paloma que cayó De tanto volar... La albergué en mi pecho, donde halló El cariño de mi corazón, Y después de hacerse amar, La ingrata se marchó Llevándose todo mi amor. Canto por no llorar Y aumentar mi dolor, De mi pecho, esta pena de amor Con mi canto la quiero arrancar. Canto por no llorar Ese amor que le di, Y algún día quizá, Su crueldad pagará Por lo mucho que me ha hecho sufrir. Supe que una tarde Pasó un forastero, Y ella lo siguió, Y mi amor ardiente se trocó En odio mortal. Por eso en las noches, tembloroso, Ansío volver a escuchar Con mi puñal, su aletear, Para arrancarle al fin su corazón Traidor e infiel. Cuentan hoy los del lugar, Que en el ranchito aquel Todo murió, Las ventanas ya no se abren más Todo es soledad. Y en las noches frías Mientras ruge el viento, Siempre se oye allí, una voz Que recorriendo el llano, Tristemente canta así, esta canción:
English · machine translation
One cold night Beside my window, I heard a beating of wings... It was a dove that had fallen From so much flying... I sheltered it in my breast, where it found The affection of my heart, And after making itself loved, The ungrateful thing went off Carrying away all my love. I sing so as not to weep And deepen my pain, From my breast, this sorrow of love With my song I want to tear it out. I sing so as not to weep For that love I gave her, And one day perhaps, She'll pay for her cruelty For all she's made me suffer. I learned that one afternoon A stranger passed through, And she followed him, And my burning love turned Into a mortal hatred. And so at night, trembling, I long to hear again With my dagger, her beating wings, To tear out at last that treacherous And faithless heart. Today the people of the place tell That in that little shack Everything died, The windows never open now Everything is solitude. And on the cold nights While the wind roars, A voice is always heard there That, crossing the plain, Sadly sings this song:
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1 recordings by year · source: TangoCloud catalogue
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Sung by Charlo1931-04-22Single source
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