Paroles et traduction Adriana Varela - Garganta Con Arena

Garganta Con Arena

Ya ves,
El día no amanece,
"Polaco" Goyeneche,
Cantame un tango más.

Ya ves,
La noche se hace larga,
Tu vida tiene un carma,
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 Juárez 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.

Bis V a VIII.

Sand-Throated

You see,
The day does not dawn,
"Polaco" Goyeneche,
Sing me one more tango.

You see,
The night is getting long,
Your life has a karma,
Singing, always singing.

Your voice,
Which excites the tango,
Saying the semicolon
That no one sang to him.

With your voice,
With goblins and ghosts,
Breathe into the asthma
Of an old bandoneon.

Sing,
Sand-throated,
Your voice has the sorrow
Which Malena did not sing.

Sing,
For Juárez condemns you
In injuring your sorrow,
With his white bandoneon.

Sing,
The people are applauding,
Even though you are dying
They do not know your pain.

Sing,
For Troilo from heaven,
Beneath your pillow,
Left you a verse.

Singer, of a somewhat insolent tango,
You made the people feel your pain.
Singer, of a balanced tango,
More than a singer, an artist, with a singer's vices.

You see, to me and to Buenos Aires,
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.

Bis V to VIII.