Paroles et traduction Diego El Cigala - Garganta con arena

Garganta con arena

Ya ves,
El día no amanece,
Polaco Goyeneche,
Cántame un tango más.
Ya ves,
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.
Tu voz,
De duendes y fantasmas,
Respira con 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,
Y aunque te estés 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 mí 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 Juárez te condena
Al lastimar tu pena,
Con su blanco bandoneón.

Canta,
La gente está aplaudiendo,
Y aunque te estés muriendo
No conocen tu dolor.
Canta,
Que Troilo desde el cielo,
Debajo de tu almohada
Un verso te dejó.

Y canta,
Que Troilo desde el cielo,
Debajo de tu almohada
Un verso te dejó.

Throat with Sand

You see,
The day doesn't dawn,
Polaco Goyeneche,
Sing me another tango.
You see,
The night is getting long,
Your life has a karma,
Singing, always singing.

Your voice,
That thrills the tango
Saying the semicolon
That no one sang to it.
Your voice,
Of elves and phantoms,
Breathes with the asthma
Of an old bandoneon.

Sing
Throat with sand,
Your voice has the sorrow
That Malena did not sing.
Sing,
That Juárez condemns you
To hurting your sorrow,
With his white bandoneon.

Sing,
The people are applauding,
And even though you are dying
They do not know your pain.
Sing,
That Troilo from heaven,
Under 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 the vices of a singer.

You see,
Me and 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.

Sing
Throat with sand,
Your voice has the sorrow
That Malena did not sing.
Sing,
That Juárez condemns you
To hurting your sorrow,
With his white bandoneon.

Sing,
The people are applauding,
And even though you are dying
They do not know your pain.
Sing,
That Troilo from heaven,
Under your pillow
Left you a verse.

And sing,
That Troilo from heaven,
Under your pillow
Left you a verse.