Nick Jones & Diana Cruz

Nostalgias - Lucio Demare - Tango

Toronto Tango Festival
June 2015 • 1.9K views • 16 likes
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Toronto, Canada
Performance Date
June 24, 2015

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Nick Jones & Diana Cruz (3) - Toronto Tango Festival 2015
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June 24, 2015 14:18


Juan Carlos Cobián
Enrique Cadícamo



Quiero emborrachar mi corazón
para apagar un loco amor
que más que amor es un sufrir...
Y aquí vengo para eso,
a borrar antiguos besos
en los besos de otras bocas...
Si su amor fue "flor de un día"
¿porqué causa es siempre mía
esa cruel preocupación?
Quiero por los dos mi copa alzar
para olvidar mi obstinación
y más la vuelvo a recordar.

de escuchar su risa loca
y sentir junto a mi boca
como un fuego su respiración.
de sentirme abandonado
y pensar que otro a su lado
pronto... pronto le hablará de amor...
Yo no quiero rebajarme,
ni pedirle, ni llorarle,
ni decirle que no puedo más vivir...
Desde mi triste soledad veré caer
las rosas muertas de mi juventud.

Gime, bandoneón, tu tango gris,
quizá a ti te hiera igual
algún amor sentimental...
Llora mi alma de fantoche
sola y triste en esta noche,
noche negra y sin estrellas...
Si las copas traen consuelo
aquí estoy con mi desvelo
para ahogarlos de una vez...
Quiero emborrachar mi corazón
para después poder brindar
"por los fracasos del amor"...

I want to get my heart drunk
to extinguish a crazy love
that more than love is a suffering...
And here I come for that,
to erase old kisses
in the kisses of other mouths...
If her love was "flower of a day"...
why is it always my cause
that cruel concern?
I want to raise my glass for both of us
to forget my obstinacy
and the more I remember it again.

of hearing her mad laughter
and feeling next to my mouth
like a fire her breathing.
of feeling abandoned
and to think that another by her side
will soon... soon speak to him of love...
I don't want to lower myself,
nor ask him, nor cry to him,
nor tell him that I can no longer live...
From my sad loneliness I will see fall
the dead roses of my youth.

Moan, bandoneon, your gray tango,
maybe you will be hurt just the same
some sentimental love...
My puppet soul cries
alone and sad in this night,
black and starless night...
If the glasses bring comfort
here I am with my sleeplessness
to drown them once and for all...
I want to get my heart drunk
so that later I can toast
"to the failures of love"...

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