Carlitos Espinoza & Noelia Hurtado & Roberto Castillo

Video Info Additional Info
Performance Date
June 06, 2013
Title
Genre
Vals
Orchestra
Singer
Dir. Enrique Alessio
Composer
Juan Maglio
Author
Francisco Brancatti
Title
Noelia y Carlitos Violetas - Alberto Castillo
Description

Show Noelia Hurtado y Carlitos Espinoza a L'Aquila Tango Festival 25-mag-2013

Upload Date
June 06, 2013 01:04
Duration
02:49

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Lyrics

Estas violetas que ayer
me diste cariñosa, con tanto fervor,
las guardo como emblema de un querer,
que vieron ya mis ojos fenecer
entre la espeso bruma de un hondo dolor...
Ellas, tal vez, me dirán
en su lenguaje mudo con fría expresión:
que en vano espero que ha de regresar
el ave del amor que supo dar
un mundo de gorjeos mi corazón...

Y en esta lucha del mal
con la copa de mi juventud,
bebo el vino mortal
de la fuente de tu ingratitud...
Pues, el destino fatal
ha extinguido mi flor de virtud;
y juntita a las violetas
que me diste un día,
la melancolía
de mi desencanto,
me castiga tanto
¡que no puedo más!...

Triste mi alma quedó,
marchita y sin consuelo siguiendo el azar...
Igual que las violetas se agostó
y todo su perfume ya perdió
para nunca en la vida volverlo a encontrar.
Piensa que siempre yo fui
yu alegre cancionero más espiritual,
que cuando mis cantares te ofrecí
mil veces con ardiente frenesí
¡me juraron tus labios cariño inmortal!

These violets that yesterday
you gave me lovingly, with so much fervor,
I keep them as an emblem of a love,
that my eyes have already seen fade
among the thick mist of a deep pain...
They, perhaps, will tell me
in their mute language with cold expression:
that in vain do I hope that the bird of love
the bird of love that knew how to give
a world of chirps to my heart...

And in this struggle of evil
with the cup of my youth
I drink the mortal wine
from the fountain of your ingratitude...
For, fatal destiny
has extinguished my flower of virtue;
and together with the violets
that you gave me one day,
the melancholy
of my disenchantment
punishes me so much
that I can't take it anymore!...

My soul was left sad,
withered and without consolation, following chance...
Like the violets it withered
and lost all its perfume
never to find it again in life.
Think that I was always
yu joyful songbook more spiritual,
that when I offered you my songs
a thousand times with ardent frenzy
your lips swore me immortal affection!