Song
Tal para cual
Who recorded it
Every version1Earliest we hold: Héctor Varela, 1952
- Héctor VarelaRodolfo Lesica1952
Versions of Tal para cual recorded 1952
The song
The piece as people name it, whoever plays it.
1 orchestra recorded it
0 Dances filmed to it
Who wrote it
- Music
- Hector Varela
- Words
- Carlos Waiss
- Written
- not yet cited · help fill it
- First played
- not yet cited · help fill it
Source: TangoCloud catalogue
Lyrics
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Acércate... no temas Quiero hablarte cara a cara, Si tenés sangre en las venas Para mirarme como ayer. Vení... acércate... si lástima me da Verte temblando igual que una mujer. No han de valer ni ella ni vos Que me pierda para siempre, Que me pierda por aquellos Que en la sombra de una tarde, Traicioneros y cobardes Arrastraron con mi honor. Andáte nomás... para qué cobrar Lo que no valió siquiera un pucho, Le podés decir que me desarmó Ver que sos tan ruin y tan cobarde. Y si alguna vez te sentís capaz De poder mostrar que sos más hombre, Sé que he de cobrarme, con la punta del cuchillo Esa deuda que hoy a un maula perdoné. Yo no sé cómo han podido Ser tan viles y canallas, P´ hacer burla y olvidarse De lo mucho que les di. Ella, ingrata, jugó con mi bondad Vos nunca fuiste un hombre de verdad, Dios los juntó... tal para cual Y aquí estoy para aguantarme, Hasta el día que los vea Que será tarde o temprano, Rejugados en el barro Que hoy a mí me chapaleó.
English · machine translation
Come closer... don't be afraid I want to talk to you face to face, If you have blood in your veins To look at me like yesterday. Come... come closer... if I feel sorry for you To see you trembling like a woman. Neither she nor you will be worth it That I get lost forever, May I be lost for those Who in the shadow of an afternoon Treacherous and cowardly Dragged with my honor. Just go away... why collect What wasn't even worth a fag, You can tell him that it disarmed me To see that you're so mean and so cowardly. And if you ever feel capable Of being able to show that you're more of a man, I know I'll have to collect with the tip of my knife That debt that today I forgave to a maula. I don't know how they could To be so vile and scoundrels, To make a mockery and forget Of how much I gave them. She, ungrateful, played with my kindness. You were never a real man, God brought you together... You were never a real man, God put you together... And here I am to put up with you, Till the day I see you Which will be sooner or later, Soaking in the mud That today I've been sloshed.
Every version
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1 recordings · our catalogue, dances filmed on TangoTube · 2 more we know of
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- Héctor VarelaEarliest we holdTal para cualHéctor VarelaRodolfo Lesicatango1952
- Héctor VarelaNot in our catalogueDec 41950
- Héctor VarelaNot in our catalogueArmando Laborde · Dec 41950
One recording
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Couples filmed dancing this recording · 1 Performance
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In other catalogues1
tango.info · T0370261827
Composer1
Composed by Héctor Varela
Lyricist1
Lyrics by Carlos Waiss
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