Jonathan Saavedra & Clarisa Aragón

Valsecito De Antes - Juan D'Arienzo - Vals

Embrace Berlin
June 2019 • 61K views • 360 likes
Video Info
Additional Info
Music

Performers

Event Info

Location
Berlin, Germany
Performance Date
June 14, 2019

Youtube Info

Title
Clarisa Aragon and Jonathan Saavedra – Valsecito de antes #ClarisayJonathan
Description

Clarisa Aragon and Jonathan Saavedra dance “Valsecito de antes” by Juan D'Arienzo at the 6th Embrace Berlin Tango Festival 2019 in Berlin, Germany.

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Upload Date
June 14, 2019 09:00
Duration
02:42

Music

Genre
Vals
Recording Date
August 31, 1937
Composer
Antonio Sureda
Author
Homero Manzi

Lyrics

Spanish
English

Valsecito que traes el perfume
de los bailes debajo del parral,
y el recuerdo del gringo organista
que sonaba por el arrabal.
La poesía del barrio de entonces
se despierta en tu viejo compás,
y la mente dibuja el paisaje
de un patio estrellado detrás de un portal.

Para llorar tu sentir
te enredás en el violín,
y acollarás el matungo de tu son
al bajo del bandoneón.
Y si sopla un vendaval
en la huella del querer,
en la guitarra gentil del payador
sos el lamento mejor.

Los muchachos te rezan silbando
y las pibas te cantan también.
Y el trovero gangoso del barrio
en tus notas diluye un desdén.
Y si junto a la reja en tus sones
se perfuma la voz de un cantor,
un par de ojos borrachos de ensueño
te dicen las gracias con un lagrimón.

Si en la esquina pintada del barrio
se destrenza tu humilde canción
de ternuras las noches plateadas
prenden una estrellita de amor.
Porque fuiste el primer cancionero
para el alma del barrio cantor,
sos la contra del tango malevo
y si él es guapeza, vos sos todo amor.

Valsecito you bring the perfume
of the dances under the grapevine,
and the memory of the gringo organist
that sounded in the suburbs.
The poetry of the neighborhood of that time
awakens in your old compass,
and the mind draws the landscape
of a starry courtyard behind a doorway.

To mourn your feelings
you will entangle yourself in the violin
and you will cushion the matungo of your son
to the bass of the bandoneon.
And if a gale blows
in the footprint of love,
in the gentle guitar of the payador
you are the best lament.

The boys pray to you whistling
and the girls sing to you too.
And the neighborhood's trovero gangoso
in your notes dilutes a disdain.
And if next to the grille in your sounds
the voice of a singer is perfumed,
a pair of drunken dreamy eyes
say thank you with a tear.

If in the painted corner of the neighborhood
your humble song is untrenched
of tenderness the silver nights
light a little star of love.
Because you were the first songbook
for the soul of the singing neighborhood,
you are the counter of the malevo tango
and if he is guapeza, you are all love.

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