Singer: Osvaldo PUGLIESESinger 2: Miguel MonteroComposer: Roberto GiménezAuthor: Roberto Giménez
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Lyrics
Te estaba esperando, no estés ahí parada, entrá como siempre, no tengas temor, tus pobres locuras están olvidadas y nunca el olvido devuelve un rencor... Te fuiste y has vuelto, la página en blanco, no quiero que nadie la llene jamás, así, sin escenas, perdones, ni llantos, haremos de cuenta que estamos en paz. A veces yo quise decirte cosas como una lluvia de rosas que se ofrendan a un altar. Y siempre callé de miedo que un día esas flores que ofrecía irías a deshojar... Por eso, tranquilo estaba esperando sin pensar cómo, ni cuando, te vería regresar... Sabiendo que naciste para el fango como Arolas para el tango y Gardel para cantar... Te estaba esperando, sin ansia, sin prisa, ya ves, ni siquiera tus cosas toqué, tal vez te haga daño mirar mi sonrisa que te está gritando que yo no cambié. No estés ahí parada, hacete de cuenta que una tarde larga de aquí te alejó, tan solo te ruego que ya no me mientas por eso no quiero que pidas perdón...
English translation
I was waiting for you, don't just stand there, come in as usual, don't be afraid, your poor follies are forgotten and never forgetfulness returns a grudge... You left and you're back, the page is blank, I don't want anyone to ever fill it, so, without scenes, forgiveness, or tears, we'll pretend we're at peace. Sometimes I wanted to tell you things like a shower of roses that are offered to an altar. And I always I kept silent for fear that one day those flowers that I offered you would go to pluck... That's why, I was quietly waiting without thinking how, or when, I would see you return... Knowing that you were born for the mud like Arolas for tango and Gardel for singing... I was waiting for you, without anxiety, without haste, you see, I didn't even touch your things, maybe it hurts you to look at my smile that's shouting at you that I haven't changed. Don't just stand there, realize that a long afternoon took you away from here, I'm just begging you not to lie to me anymore. that's why I don't want you to ask for forgiveness...






