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La luz de un fósforo

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Song

La luz de un fósforo (The Light of a Match) is the title of a tango written by Enrique Cadícamo in 1943. The music was composed by Alberto Suárez Villanueva.

Music
Genre:

Tango

Composer(s):

Alberto Suárez Villanueva

Year of composition:

1943

Lyrics

Lyrics writer(s):

Enrique Cadícamo


Recordings

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Lyrics

Spanish: La luz de un fósforo

Nos encontramos, tú y yo,
y a conversar
nos detuvimos.
Un algo raro tenías
cuando callabas,
cuando reías...
La esgrima sentimental
al fin surgió
la tarde aquella.
Después... ¡qué poco quedó!
El viento todo lo llevó.

La luz de un fósforo fue
nuestro amor pasajero.
Duró tan poco... lo sé...
como el fulgor
que da un lucero.
La luz de un fósforo fue,
nada más,
nuestro idilio.
Otra ilusión que se va del corazón
y que no vuelve más.

En todo, siempre el color
es del cristal
con que se mira.
De rosa, yo te veía,
cuando callabas,
cuando reías.
Después, con otro cristal,
cambió el color
y ya no eras...
La vida es toda ilusión
y un prisma es el corazón.

English: The Light of a Match

We met, you and I,
and for a chat
we stopped.
There was something strange in you
when you were quiet,
when you laughed...
The sentimental combat
finally arose
that afternoon.
Afterwards... how very little was left!
The wind took everything away.

The light of a match
was our fleeting love.
It lasted so little... I know...
like the glow
a bright star sends out.
The light of a match
was our idyll,
nothing more.
Another illusion that leaves the heart
and doesn’t ever return.

With everything, the colour is always
that of the crystal
your look through.
Pink, I saw you
when you were quiet,
when you laughed.
Then, with a different crystal
the colour changed
and you weren’t anymore...
Life is fully illusion
and the heart is a prism.

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