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Lucio DEMARELucio DEMAREtango1942-11-1039 videos
Singer: Lucio DEMARESinger 2: Juan Carlos MirandaComposer: Lucio DemareAuthor: Agustín Irusta y Roberto Fugazot

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Lyrics
¡Viejo!...
Si vos supieras cuántas noches
Desde mi lecho contemplo,
La puerta por donde salió
Aquella tarde,
Que amorosa y con un beso
Para un mentido paseo
Con un adiós se marchó...
 
Nunca...
Recuerdo haber sufrido tanto
Como esa noche que, en vano,
Mi corazón la esperó,
Tú,
Que me viste acariciarla,
Viejo amigo
Ya sabrás lo que he sufrido yo.
 
Cada cosa es un recuerdo,
Cada recuerdo un sollozo...
Tanto cariño le tengo
Que hasta en mis venas está.
Si pudiera llorar sangre
Habría de abrirme cien ojos,
Para sacarme esta pena
Que consumiéndome va.
 
Cuántas auroras me vieron
Con la muerte en el semblante,
La esperanza en las pupilas,
Y en los labios murmurar
Una palabra de amor
Que me arrancara el dolor de recordar.
 
Cuando retorne por aquella puerta
Que, tal vez, ha de ser nunca,
Ha de volver mi corazón a sentir ansia
De gozar en esta vida,
Los placeres que ella brinda
Cuando se ama con pasión.
 
Sueño con imposibles realidades
Viejo amigo, y es pesada
Esta cruz de sinsabor...
Que nunca sepa mi buena madre
Que la vida me brindó
Caricias de dolor.
English translation
Old man!...
If you knew how many nights
From my bed I contemplate,
The door through which he left
That afternoon,
That lovingly and with a kiss
For a false stroll
With a goodbye she left...
 
Never...
I remember having suffered so much
As that night when, in vain,
My heart waited for her,
You,
Who saw me caress her,
Old friend
You will know what I have suffered.
 
Each thing is a memory,
Every memory a sob...
I'm so fond of him
That it's even in my veins.
If I could cry blood
I would have to open a hundred eyes,
To get this sorrow out of me
That consumes me.
 
How many dawns saw me
With death on my face,
Hope in the pupils,
And on my lips murmur
A word of love
That would tear from me the pain of remembering.
 
When I return through that door
Which, perhaps, will never be,
My heart will again yearn
To enjoy in this life,
The pleasures that it offers
When one loves with passion.
 
I dream of impossible realities
Old friend, and it's heavy
This cross of unpleasantness...
May my good mother never know
That life gave me
Caresses of pain.

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