Milonga triste - TangoTube
TangoTube

Milonga triste

Hugo DIAZHugo DIAZmilonga5 videos
Singer: Hugo DIAZComposer: Sebastián PianaAuthor: Homero Manzi

Popular Performances

Maria Filali & Sigrid Van Tilbeurgh - 3-3  - 2021.12.034:30

,

Maria Filali & Sigrid Van Tilbeurgh - 3-3 - 2021.12.03

Tango Basto·45.1K views·4 years ago

Anabella Diaz Hojman and Donato Juarez performing Argentine Tango - Milonga Triste by Hugo Diaz2:49

,

Anabella Diaz Hojman and Donato Juarez performing Argentine Tango - Milonga Triste by Hugo Diaz

ampy57·1.0K views·6 years ago

Latest

Maria Filali & Sigrid Van Tilbeurgh - 3-3  - 2021.12.034:30

,

Maria Filali & Sigrid Van Tilbeurgh - 3-3 - 2021.12.03

Tango Basto·45.1K views·4 years ago

Anabella Diaz Hojman and Donato Juarez performing Argentine Tango - Milonga Triste by Hugo Diaz2:49

,

Anabella Diaz Hojman and Donato Juarez performing Argentine Tango - Milonga Triste by Hugo Diaz

ampy57·1.0K views·6 years ago

Most Performed By

More by Hugo DIAZ

Lyrics
Llegabas por el sendero
delantal y trenzas sueltas.
Brillaban tus ojos negros
claridad de luna llena.
Mis labios te hicieron daño
al besar tu boca fresca.
Castigo me dio tu mano
pero más golpeó tu ausencia. ¡Ay!...

Volví por caminos blancos,
volví sin poder llegar.
Grité con mi grito largo,
canté sin saber cantar.

Cerraste los ojos negros.
Se volvió tu cara blanca.
Y llevamos tu silencio
al sonar de las campanas.
La luna cayó en el agua.
El dolor golpeó mi pecho.
Con cuerdas de cien guitarras
me trencé remordimientos. ¡Ay!...

Volví por caminos viejos,
volví sin poder llegar.
Grité con tu nombre muerto
recé sin saber rezar.

Tristeza de haber querido
tu rubor en un sendero.
Tristeza de los caminos
que después ya no te vieron.
Silencio del camposanto.
Soledad de las estrellas.
Recuerdos que duelen tanto.
Delantal y trenzas negras. ¡Ay!...

Volví por caminos muertos
volví sin poder llegar.
Grité con tu nombre bueno,
lloré sin saber llorar.
English translation
You came along the path
apron and loose braids.
Your black eyes shone
full moonlight.
My lips hurt you
when I kissed your fresh mouth.
I was punished by your hand
but your absence hit me harder. Ouch...

I returned by white roads,
I returned without being able to arrive.
I shouted with my long cry,
I sang without knowing how to sing.

You closed your black eyes.
Your face turned white.
And we carried your silence
to the sound of the bells.
The moon fell into the water.
The pain hit my chest.
With strings of a hundred guitars
I braided remorse. Alas...

I returned by old roads,
I returned without being able to arrive.
I cried out with your dead name
I prayed without knowing how to pray.

Sadness of having loved
your blush on a path.
Sadness of the roads
that later no longer saw you.
Silence of the cemetery.
Loneliness of the stars.
Memories that hurt so much.
Apron and black braids. Ouch...

I returned by dead roads
I returned without being able to arrive.
I cried with your good name,
I cried without knowing how to cry.

Cookie settings

We use essential cookies to keep the site working, plus optional analytics and personalization cookies if you allow them. Read the privacy statement.