Today's Tango Is... Alma en Pena - Fulvio Salamanca 31-05-1957

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ALMA EN PENA - Tango with English translation
Fulvio Salamanca c. Andrés Peyro, Jorge Garré 31-05-1957
https://youtu.be/8-O14exjbpI
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Music: Anselmo Aieta
Lyrics: Francisco García Jiménez

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Fulvio Salamanca c. Andrés Peyro, Jorge Garré 31-05-1957
http://youtu.be/8-O14exjbpI

ALMA EN PENA

Aún el tiempo no logró
llevar su recuerdo,
borrar las ternuras
que guardan escritas
sus cartas marchitas
que tantas lecturas
con llanto desteñí...
¡Ella sí que me olvidó!...
Y hoy frente a su puerta
la oigo contenta,
percibo sus risas
y escucho que a otro
le dice las mismas
mentiras que a mí...

Alma... que en pena vas errando,
acércate a su puerta
suplícale llorando:
Oye... perdona si te pido
mendrugos del olvido
que alegre te hace ser...
¡Tú me enseñaste a querer y he sabido!
Y haberlo aprendido
de amores me mata...
Y yo que voy aprendiendo hasta a odiarte,
tan sólo a olvidarte
no puedo aprender.

Esa voz que vuelvo a oír,
un día fue mía,
y hoy de ella es apenas
el eco el que alumbra
mi pobre alma en pena,
que cae moribunda
al pie de su balcón...
Esa voz que maldecí,
hoy oigo que a otro
promete la gloria,
y cierro los ojos,
y es una limosna
de amor, que recojo
con mi corazón.

Con agradecimiento a todotango.com

SOUL IN PAIN

Even time didn't manage to
carry away your memory,
to erase the tenderness
that was kept, written
In the faded letters
that were so often read
with the tears I shed...
She had really forgotten me!..
And now, in front of her door,
I hear her happy,
I make out her laughter,
and I can hear that, to another,
she tells the same lies
that she told me...

Soul... you are wandering in pain.
You come to her door
and weeping, plead with her:
Listen to me... I am sorry if I ask for
crumbs of the oblivion
that make you happy...
You taught me to love and I knew how!
And to have learned how to
love is killing me...
And I am learning how to hate you,
but I can't learn how
to forget you.

That voice that now I hear again,
once was mine,
And now it is just
the echo that illuminates
my poor soul in pain,
that falls half dead
at the foot of her balcony...
That voice that I cursed,
today I hear promise
bliss to another,
and I close my eyes,
and it is a charitable crumb
of love, that I pick up
with my heart.

English translation by Paul Bottomer ©

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