Paroles et traduction Astor Piazzolla - Adiós Nonino (Remastered)

Adiós Nonino (Remastered)

Desde una estrella al titilar...
Me hará señales de acudir,
Por una luz de eternidad
Cuando me llame, voy a ir.
A preguntarle, por ese niño
Que con su muerte lo perdí,
Que con "Nonino" se me fué ...
Cuando me diga, ven aquí ...
Renaceré ... Porque...

Soy...! la raíz, del país que amasó con su arcilla,
Soy...! Sangre y piel, del "tano" aquel, que me dió su semilla...
Adiós "Nonino" ... que largo sin vos, será el camino.
Dolor, tristeza, la mesa y el pan...!
Y mi adiós... Ay...! Mi adiós, a tu amor, tu tabaco, tu vino.
Quién...? Sin piedad, me robó la mitad, al llevarte "Nonino"...
Tal vez un día, yo también mirando atrás...

Como vos, diga adiós... No vá más...!

(Recitado)

Y hoy mi viejo "Nonino" es una planta.
Es la luz, es el viento y es el río...
Este torrente mío lo suplanta,
Prolongando en mi ser, su desafío.
Me sucedo en su sangre, lo adivino.
Y presiento en mi voz, su proprio eco.
Esta voz que una vez, me sonó a hueco
Cuando le dije adiós... Adiós "Nonino".

Soy...! la raíz, del país que amasó con su arcilla,
Soy...! Sangre y piel, del "tano" aquel, que me dió su semilla...
Adiós "Nonino" ...! Dejaste tu sol, em mi destino.
Tu ardor sin miedo, tu credo de amor.
Y ese afán... Ay...! Tu afán, por sembrar de esperanza el camino.
Soy tu panal y esta gota de sal, que hoy te llora "Nonino".
Tal vez el día que se corte mi piolín,
Te veré y sabré ... Que no hay fín.

Adiós Nonino (Remastered)

From a twinkling star...
She will signal me to come,
By a light of eternity
When she calls me, I will go.
To ask her, about that child
That I lost with his death,
That with "Nonino" was gone from me ...
When she tells me, come here ...
I will be reborn ... Because...

I am...! the root, of the country that kneaded with its clay,
I am...! Blood and skin, of that "tano", who gave me his seed...
Goodbye "Nonino" ... how long without you, will the road be.
Pain, sadness, the table and the bread...!
And my goodbye... Oh...! My goodbye, to your love, your tobacco, your wine.
Who...? Without mercy, stole half of me, taking you away "Nonino"...
Perhaps one day, I too looking back...

Like you, I will say goodbye... No more...!

(Recited)

And today my old "Nonino" is a plant.
It is the light, the wind and the river...
This torrent of mine supplants it,
Prolonging in my being, its challenge.
I follow in his blood, I guess it.
And I sense in my voice, his own echo.
This voice that once, sounded hollow to me
When I said goodbye... Goodbye "Nonino".

I am...! the root, of the country that kneaded with its clay,
I am...! Blood and skin, of that "tano", who gave me his seed...
Goodbye "Nonino" ...! You left your sun, in my destiny.
Your fearless ardor, your creed of love.
And that eagerness... Oh...! Your eagerness, to sow the path with hope.
I am your honeycomb and this drop of salt, that today mourns you "Nonino".
Perhaps the day that my string is cut,
I will see you and I will know ... That there is no end.