Paroles et traduction Soledad - Garganta Con Arena

Garganta Con Arena

Ya ves, el día no amanece
Polaco Goyeneche, cantate 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, 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 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 Trolio 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 está tu voz
Tu voz, que un día 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 Trolio desde el cielo
Debajo de tu almohada un verso te dejó

Throat With Sand

You see, the day doesn't dawn
Polaco Goyeneche, sing us one more tango
You see, the night is getting long
Your life has a karma: to sing, always to sing

Your voice, which moves the tango
Saying the full stop and comma that nobody sang to it
Your voice, with goblins and ghosts
Breathes with the asthma of an old bandoneon

Sing, throat with sand
Your voice has the sorrow that Malena didn't sing
Sing, for Juárez condemns you
By wounding your sorrow with his white bandoneon

Sing, the people are applauding
And although you're dying, they don't know your pain
Sing, that Troilo from heaven
Left you a verse beneath your pillow

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

You see, for me and for Buenos Aires
We always lack air when your voice isn't there
Your voice, that one day you taught me
The day you sang a song with me

Sing, throat with sand
Your voice has the sorrow that Malena didn't sing
Sing, for Juárez condemns you
By wounding your sorrow with his white bandoneon

Sing, the people are applauding
And although you're dying, they don't know your pain
Sing, that Troilo from heaven
Left you a verse beneath your pillow