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Music by Lucio Demare
Lyrics by Homero Manzi
Translated by Coby Lubliner
| Malena canta el tango como ninguna y en cada verso pone su corazón; a yuyo del suburbio su voz perfuma, Malena tiene pena de bandoneón. Tal vez allá en la infancia su voz de alondra tomó ese tono oscuro del callejón, o acaso aquel romance que sólo nombra cuando se pone triste con el alcohol. Malena canta el tango con voz de sombra, Malena tiene pena de bandoneón.Tu canción tiene el frío del último encuentro, tu canción se hace amarga en la sal del recuerdo. Yo no sé si tu voz es la flor de una pena, sólo sé que al rumor de tus tangos, Malena, te siento mas buena más buena que yo.Tus ojos son oscuros como el olvido, tus labios apretados como el rencor, tus manos, dos palomas que sienten frio, tus venas tienen sangre de bandoneón. Tus tangos son criaturas abandonadas que cruzan sobre el barro del callejón cuando todas las puertas están cerradas y ladran los fantasmas de la canción. Malena canta el tango con voz quebrada; Malena tiene pena de bandoneón. |
Malena sings the tango As does none other And she makes every verse sound Her very own. Her voice has the perfume of Weeds of the suburb. Malena’s aching like the Bandoneon. Perhaps back in her childhood Her voice rang clearly, But in an alley took on That dusky tone, Or maybe that romance that She mentions merely When drink gets her to feeling Sad and alone. Malena sings the tango, Her voice is bleary; Malena’s aching like the Bandoneon.Your sad song Is as cold as the very last meeting,Your sad songIs as bitter as mem’ry that’s fleeting. I don’t know If your voice comes from torment that’s stinging, I just know That, Malena, when I hear you singing, I feel that you’re better, Much better than I.Your eyes are dark like that deep Sea of forgetting, Your lips are pressed so tightly, Down to the bone. Your hands are cold like two doves, Shiv’ring and fretting, In your veins flows the blood of Bandoneon. Your tangos are abandoned Children who’re taking A shortcut through the muddy Alley alone, When all the doors are closed and All is forsaken, And when the ghosts of tangos Howl on their own. Malena sings the tango, Her voice is breaking Malena’s aching like the Bandoneon. |