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Violetas · Enrique Alessio · 1948

Music by Juan Maglio. 2 recordings in our catalogue, 1931–1948.

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Recordings by year

Source: TangoCloud catalogue

19311948

1931: 1, 1948: 1

Credit

Music
Juan Maglio

Source: TangoCloud catalogue

Lyrics

Español

Estas violetas que ayer me diste cariñosa, con tanto fervor, las guardo como emblema de un querer, que vieron ya mis ojos fenecer entre la espeso bruma de un hondo dolor... Ellas, tal vez, me dirán en su lenguaje mudo con fría expresión: que en vano espero que ha de regresar el ave del amor que supo dar un mundo de gorjeos mi corazón... Y en esta lucha del mal con la copa de mi juventud, bebo el vino mortal de la fuente de tu ingratitud... Pues, el destino fatal ha extinguido mi flor de virtud; y juntita a las violetas que me diste un día, la melancolía de mi desencanto, me castiga tanto ¡que no puedo más!... Triste mi alma quedó, marchita y sin consuelo siguiendo el azar... Igual que las violetas se agostó y todo su perfume ya perdió para nunca en la vida volverlo a encontrar. Piensa que siempre yo fui yu alegre cancionero más espiritual, que cuando mis cantares te ofrecí mil veces con ardiente frenesí ¡me juraron tus labios cariño inmortal!

English · machine translation

These violets that yesterday you gave me lovingly, with so much fervor, I keep them as an emblem of a love, that my eyes have already seen fade among the thick mist of a deep pain... They, perhaps, will tell me in their mute language with cold expression: that in vain do I hope that the bird of love the bird of love that knew how to give a world of chirps to my heart... And in this struggle of evil with the cup of my youth I drink the mortal wine from the fountain of your ingratitude... For, fatal destiny has extinguished my flower of virtue; and together with the violets that you gave me one day, the melancholy of my disenchantment punishes me so much that I can't take it anymore!... My soul was left sad, withered and without consolation, following chance... Like the violets it withered and lost all its perfume never to find it again in life. Think that I was always yu joyful songbook more spiritual, that when I offered you my songs a thousand times with ardent frenzy your lips swore me immortal affection!

Every recording

2 recordings by year · source: TangoCloud catalogue

  1. VioletasFrancisco Canaro · Charlo1931
  2. VioletasEnrique Alessio · Alberto Castillo1948

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