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Discepolín

Anibal TROILOAnibal TROILOtango17 videos
Singer: Anibal TROILOSinger 2: Raúl BerónComposer: Aníbal TroiloAuthor: Homero Manzi

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Sobre el mármol helado, migas de medialuna
y una mujer absurda que come en un rincón ...
Tu musa está sangrando y ella se desayuna ...
el alba no perdona ni tiene corazón.
Al fin, ¿quién es culpable de la vida grotesca
y del alma manchada con sangre de carmín?
Mejor es que salgamos antes de que amanezca,
antes de que lloremos, ¡viejo Discepolín!...

Conozco de tu largo aburrimiento
y comprendo lo que cuesta ser feliz,
y al son de cada tango te presiento
con tu talento enorme y tu nariz;
con tu lágrima amarga y escondida,
con tu careta pálida de clown,
y con esa sonrisa entristecida
que florece en verso y en canción.

La gente se te arrima con su montón de penas
y tú las acaricias casi con un temblor...
Te duele como propia la cicatriz ajena:
aquél no tuvo suerte y ésta no tuvo amor.
La pista se ha poblado al ruido de la orquesta
se abrazan bajo el foco muñecos de aserrín...
¿No ves que están bailando?
¿No ves que están de fiesta?
Vamos, que todo duele, viejo Discepolín...
English translation
On the frozen marble, crumbs of crescent moon
and an absurd woman who eats in a corner ...
Your muse is bleeding and she is having breakfast ...
dawn is unforgiving and has no heart.
At last, who is guilty of grotesque life
and the soul stained with crimson blood?
We'd better get out before the dawn,
before we weep, old Discepolin!...

I know of your long boredom
and I understand what it costs to be happy,
and to the sound of each tango I can feel you
with your enormous talent and your nose;
with your bitter and hidden tears,
with your pale clown mask,
and with that saddened smile
that blooms in verse and in song.

People come to you with their heaps of sorrows
and you caress them almost with a tremor...
It hurts you as your own the other's scar:
That one had no luck and this one had no love.
The dance floor has been populated by the noise of the orchestra
Sawdust dolls embrace each other under the spotlight...
Can't you see they are dancing?
Can't you see they're having a party?
Come on, everything hurts, old Discepolín...

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