Tierrita · Francisco Canaro · 1922

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Es mejor que nos marchemos Cada cual por su camino, Así lo manda el destino Porque ya no nos queremos. ¡Es mejor que confesemos la derrota de este amor! No supiste dar valor A mi querer sincero y hondo, Y aunque tarde, correspondo Como vos has merecido. Hace tiempo he comprendido La comedia que fingías, Cada vez que me decías Que era yo tu adoración... Para qué seguir mintiendo Andá y buscate, m´hijita, Quien te saque la tierrita Que tenés en la cabeza. Por delirios de grandeza Ya no tenés ilusiones, Y en ese mar de ambiciones Naufragó tu corazón... Al mirarte mal rumbiada Más que nunca te quería, Por ver si al fin conseguía Evitarte la rodada. ¡Pero no he logrado nada y el amor no existe más!

English · machine translation

It's better that we leave Each of us on our own way, That's fate's way Because we don't love each other anymore. It's better that we confess the defeat of this love! You did not know how to give value To my sincere and deep love, And although late, I reciprocate As you have deserved. Some time ago I understood The comedy that you pretended, Every time you told me That I was your adoration... Why go on lying Go and find yourself, m'hijita, Who'll take away the little earth That you have in your head. Because of delusions of grandeur You no longer have illusions, And in that sea of ambitions Your heart is shipwrecked... When I looked at you badly rumbiated I loved you more than ever, To see if at last I could To keep you from rolling. But I have achieved nothing and love no longer exists!