Garganta Con Arena
Ya ves,
El día no amanece,
"polaco" goyeneche,
Cantame un tango más.
Ya vez,
La noche se hace larga,
Tu vida tiene un karma,
Cantar, siempre cantar.
Tu voz,
Que al tango lo emociona,
Diciendo el punto y coma
Que nadie le cantó.
Con tu voz,
Con duendes y fantasmas,
Respira tu en el asma
De un viejo bandoneón.
Canta,
Garganta con arena,
Tu voz tiene la pena
Que malena no cantó.
Canta,
Que juarez te condena
Al lastimar tu pena,
Con su blanco bandoneón.
Canta,
La gente está aplaudiendo,
Aunque te estes muriendo
No conocen tu dolor.
Canta,
Que troilo desde el cielo,
Debajo de tu almohada,
Un verso te dejó.
Cantor, de un tango algo insolente,
Hiciste que a la gente le duela tu dolor.
Cantor, de un tango equilibrista,
Más que cantor artista, con vicios de cantor.
Ya ves, a mi y a buenos aires,
Nos falta siempre el aire
Cuando no esta tu voz,
A vos, que tanto me enseñaste,
El día que cantaste conmigo una canción.
Canta,
Garganta con arena,
Tu voz tiene la pena
Que malena no cantó.
Canta,
Que troilo desde el cielo,
Debajo de tu almohada,
Un verso te dejó.
Throat with sand
You see,
The day does not dawn,
"Polish" goyeneche,
Sing me one more tango.
Now you see,
The night is long,
Your life has karma,
Sing, always sing.
Your voice,
That the tango excites him,
Saying the semicolon
That no one sang to him.
With your voice,
With goblins and ghosts,
Breathe in asthma
From an old bandoneon.
Sings,
Throat with sand,
Your voice is worth it
That malena didn't sing.
Sings,
What Juarez condemns you?
By hurting your sorrow,
With its white bandoneon.
Sings,
The people are applauding,
Even if you are dying
They don't know your pain.
Sings,
What a troilo from heaven,
Under your pillow,
A verse left you.
Singer, of a somewhat insolent tango,
You made people hurt by your pain.
Singer, of a tightrope tango,
More than an artist singer, with the vices of a singer.
You see, good air to me,
We always lack air
When your voice is not there,
To you, who taught me so much,
The day you sang a song with me.
Sings,
Throat with sand,
Your voice is worth it
That malena didn't sing.
Sings,
What a troilo from heaven,
Under your pillow,
A verse left you.
Escrita por: Cacho Castaña