Singer: Anibal TROILOSinger 2: Francisco FiorentinoComposer: Sebastián PianaAuthor: Homero Manzi
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Lime Tango Cafe 라임 탱고 카페·8 years ago
3:434/6Carlitos Espinoza & Noelia Hurtado I° — presso 9th Ljubljana international tango festival 2014
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Massimo Gobbo·3.4K views·11 years ago
3:421/4Carlitos Espinoza & Noelia Hurtado Gran Milonga del Festivalito, Zürich 29.11.2014_1
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goooal tango zürich·1.6K views·11 years ago
3:401/2Jorge Dispari & Maria del Carmen SMITH 2011 Tango Festival (1 tango)
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SMITHTangoVideos·2.4K views·14 years ago
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4:26EMBRACE BERLiN - Magdalena Myszka, Rava Azeredo da Silveira - A. Troilo - F. Fiorentino - De Barro
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Floritos.TV·1.8K views·7 months ago
4:244/43:371/3(Lime Tango Cafe) Julian Vilardo y Daniela Barria #1/3 "De Barro" Troilo florentino
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Lime Tango Cafe 라임 탱고 카페·8 years ago
4:264/5007 • Tangoumois 2017 - Sandra Messina & Ricardo Calvo - De Barro
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Fondation Villa Urquiza·8 years ago
3:421/4Carlitos Espinoza & Noelia Hurtado Gran Milonga del Festivalito, Zürich 29.11.2014_1
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goooal tango zürich·1.6K views·11 years ago
3:434/6Carlitos Espinoza & Noelia Hurtado I° — presso 9th Ljubljana international tango festival 2014
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Massimo Gobbo·3.4K views·11 years ago
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Lyrics
Estoy mirando mi vida en el cristal de un charquito y pasan mientras medito las horas perdidas, los sueños marchitos. Y están tus ojos queridos en el espejo de barro, fantasma de mi cigarro, reproche y olvido, condena y perdón. Vuelven tus ojos lejanos con el llanto de aquel día. Pensar que puse en tus manos una culpa que era mía. Pensar que no te llamé y me alegré mientras estabas penando, pensar que no te seguí y me reí cuando te fuiste llorando. Y hoy que no vale mi vida ni este pucho del cigarro, recién sé que son de barro el desprecio y el rencor. Así midiendo tu pena noches y noches consumo buscando ver en el humo del pucho que fumo tu imagen serena. Y al encontrarte perdida entre cigarro y cigarro, sé que fue todo de barro, de barro mi vida, de barro mi amor.
English translation
I'm looking at my life in the glass of a puddle and they pass by while I meditate the lost hours, the withered dreams. And there are your dear eyes in the mud mirror, ghost of my cigarette, reproach and oblivion, condemnation and forgiveness. Your distant eyes return with the tears of that day. To think that I put in your hands a guilt that was mine. To think that I did not call you and I was glad while you were grieving, to think that I didn't follow you and I laughed when you left in tears. And today that my life is not worth nor this cigarette fag, I just know that they are made of clay contempt and rancor. Thus measuring your sorrow nights and nights I consume looking to see in the smoke of the cigarette I smoke your serene image. And finding you lost between cigarette and cigar, I know it was all made of mud, of mud my life, of mud my love.