Paroles et traduction Humberto Vicente Castagna feat. Diego El Cigala - 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 karma,
Cantar, siempre cantar.
Tu voz,
Que al tango lo emociona,
Diciendo el punto y coma
Que nadie le cantó.
Tu voz,
Con 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 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 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.

Throat with Sand

You see,
The day doesn't dawn,
"Polaco" Goyeneche,
Sing me one more tango.
You see,
The night becomes long,
Your life has a karma,
To sing, always to sing.
Your voice,
That gives the tango emotion,
Saying the semicolon
That no one sang to him.
Your voice,
With goblins and ghosts,
Breathes with asthma
Of an old bandoneon.
Sing,
Throat with sand,
Your voice has the pain
That Malena didn't sing.
Sing,
That Juarez condemns you
To hurting your pain,
With his white bandoneon.
Sing,
People are applauding,
Although you are dying
They don't know your pain.
Sing,
That Troilo from heaven,
Under your pillow,
Left you a verse.
Singer, of a somewhat insolent tango,
You made people feel your pain.
Singer, of a tango equilibrist,
More than a singer, an artist, with a singer's vices.
You see, to me and to Buenos Aires,
We always lack the 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 pain
That Malena didn't sing.
Sing,
That Juarez condemns you
To hurting your pain,
With his white bandoneon.
Sing,
People are applauding,
Although you are dying
They don't know your pain.
Sing,
That Troilo from heaven,
Under your pillow,
Left you a verse.