Paroles et traduction Cacho Castaña - Garganta Con Arena

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 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 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.

Bis V a VIII.

Throat With Sand

You see,
The sun doesn't rise,
Polaco Goyeneche,
Sing me one more tango.

You see,
The night drags long,
Your life has a karma,
Sing, always sing.

Your voice,
That brings emotion to tango,
Stating the semicolon
That no one else has sung.

With your voice,
With ghosts and phantoms,
You breathe into the asthma
Of an old bandoneon.

Sing,
Throat with sand,
Your voice holds the sorrow
That Malena didn't sing.

Sing,
Juarez may condemn you
For wounding your sorrow
With his white bandoneon.

Sing,
The people are applauding,
Though you are dying
They don't know your pain.

Sing,
Troilo from heaven,
Under your pillow,
Has left you a verse.

Singer, of a somewhat cheeky tango,
You made people feel your pain.
Singer, of a tightrope tango,
Greater than a singer in talent, with the vices of a singer.

You see, for me and for Buenos Aires,
We always lack air
When your voice is gone.
To you, who taught me so much,
The day you sang a song with me.

Chorus V to VIII.