Carla Mazzolini & Gaspar Godoy, 1-4, BarcelonaTangoMeeting 2015

Español

No te pido explicaciones No me gustan las escenas, ¿Decís que vas a dejarme? Andá, qué le voy a hacer. Si es cierto que has de marcharte Me causará mucha pena, Mas prefiero esa franqueza A un innoble proceder. No me explico por qué causa Decidiste dar tal paso, Si ayer mismo me juraste: “Sos el dueño de mi amor.” ¿Te ha cansado la pobreza? ¿Ya no me quieres, acaso? O encontraste quien te quiera Con más cariño y fervor. Pensalo bien Antes de dar ese paso, Que tal vez mañana acaso No puedas retroceder. Pensalo bien, Ya que tanto te he querido, Y lo has echado al olvido Tal vez por otro querer. Te agradezco los momentos Más felices de mi vida, Yo sé que vos me trajiste La luz en mi soledad. Ya ciego corrí a tu encuentro A descansar en tus brazos, Y mis noches angustiosas Con tu paz, las borré. Es por eso que te imploro De rodillas: “No te vayas.” Más que nunca yo preciso Las caricias de tu amor. Escuchame... te suplico Por mi viejita querida, ¡No te vayas!, Acordate Que vos juraste por Dios.

English

I don't ask for explanations I don't like the scenes, Are you saying you're going to leave me? Come on, what can I do? If it's true that you have to leave It will cause me a lot of grief, But I prefer that frankness To an ignoble proceeding. I can't explain why You decided to take such a step, If only yesterday you swore to me: "You are the master of my love." Have you grown tired of poverty? Do you no longer love me? Or have you found someone who loves you With more affection and fervor. Think it over Before you take that step, That maybe tomorrow you won't be able You may not be able to turn back. Think it over, Since I have loved you so much, And you've forgotten it Perhaps for another love. I thank you for the happiest The happiest moments of my life, I know that you brought me The light in my loneliness. Already blind I ran to meet you To rest in your arms, And my anguished nights With your peace, I erased them. That is why I implore you On my knees: "Do not go away." More than ever I need The caresses of your love. Listen to me... I beseech you For my dear old lady, Don't go, remember That you swore by God.