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|Profile='''Misa de once''' ''(11 O’clock Mass)'' is the title of a tango written by [[Armando Tagini]] in 1929. The music was composed by [[Juan José Guichandut]]. Tired after long, failed journeys in search for love and success, the saddened poet evokes the purity of a love from his youth.
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|Profile='''Pa' los muchachos''' ''(To the Lads)'' is the title of a tango written by [[Julián Centeya]]. The music was composed by [[José Ranieri]].
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|Composer1=Juan José Guichandut
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|Composer1=José Ranieri
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|Writer1=Armando Tagini
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|Writer1=Julián Centeya
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|Year of composition=1929
 
 
|Genre=Tango
 
|Genre=Tango
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|Tangoinfo=https://tango.info/T0370090235
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|Tangoinfo=https://tango.info/T0370190456
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|Todotango=http://www.todotango.com/musica/tema/292/Misa-de-once/
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|Todotango=http://www.todotango.com/musica/tema/4213/Pa-los-muchachos/
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|Lyrics=Voces de bronce
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|Lyrics=Muchachos...
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llamando a misa de once...  
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Pido entrada y me arremango,
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que esta noche canto un tango,
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viejo tango, corazón.
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Muchachos...
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Abanicando este fueye,
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un viejo recuerdo llueve
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su hilacha sentimental.
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En un rincón de Pompeya,
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un callejón, una estrella,
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la oscura pena de un bar.
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Prendida al alma la llevo
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como condena, para mi mal.
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Era su alma la noche
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de dura sombra, negra y fatal.
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Rencores que no la olvidan
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me asaltan a cada paso,
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mostrándome en el fracaso
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el resto de una ilusión.
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|LyricsENTitle=To the Lads
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|LyricsEN=Lads...
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I request to start and I roll up my sleeves.
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because tonight I sing a tango,
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old tango, heart.
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Lads...
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Fanning this bandoneon
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an old memory rains
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its sentimental loose threads.
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In a corner in Pompeya,
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an alley, a star,
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the dark sorrow of a bar.
  
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Entonces tu tenías dieciocho primaveras,
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Pinned to my heart, I carry her
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yo veinte y el tesoro preciado de cantar...
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as a sentence, to my grief.
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En un colegio adusto vivías prisionera
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Her soul was the night
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y sólo los domingos salías a pasear.
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of hard shadows, black and fatal.
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Del brazo de la abuela llegabas a la misa,
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Rancours that won’t forget her
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airosa y deslumbrante de gracia juvenil
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assault me at every step,
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y yo te saludaba con mi mejor sonrisa,
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showing to me in failure
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que tu correspondías, con ademán gentil.
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the rest of a hope.
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¡Cuantas promesas galanas
 
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oyeron graves campanas
 
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en las floridas mañanas
 
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de mi dorada ilusión!
 
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Eché a rodar por el mundo
 
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mi afán de glorias y besos
 
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y hoy sólo traigo, al regreso,
 
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cansancio en el corazón.
 
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Voces de bronce
 
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llamando a misa de once...
 
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No sé si era pecado decirte mis ternuras
 
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allí, frente a la imagen divina de Jesús...
 
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Lo cierto es que era el mundo sendero de venturas
 
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y por aquel sendero tu amor era la luz.
 
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Hoy te dirá otro labio la cálida y pausada
 
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palabra emocionada que pide y jura amor,
 
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en tanto que mi alma, la enferma desahuciada,
 
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solloza en la ventana del sueño evocador.
 
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Nostalgias del corazón.
 
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¡Magnolias, menta y cedrón!
 
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|LyricsENTitle=11 O'Clock Mass
 
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|LyricsEN=Bronze voices
 
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calling to the 11 o’clock mass...
 
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You counted then eighteen Springs ,
 
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I, twenty and the precious treasure of singing...
 
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You lived prisoner in a severe school
 
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and only Sundays did you go out for a walk.
 
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Holding onto grandmother’s arm you came to mass,
 
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elegant and stunning with youthful grace,
 
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and I greeted you with my best smile,
 
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that you would reply to with a fine gesture.
 
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How many gallant promises
 
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the dignified bells heard
 
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in the blooming mornings
 
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of my golden hopes!
 
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I set rolling around the world
 
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my thirst for glory and kisses,
 
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and today, on my return, I bring nothing with me
 
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but weariness in the heart.
 
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Bronze voices
 
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calling to the 11 0’clock mass...
 
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I don’t know if it was a sin to tell you of my affections
 
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there, before the divine image of Jesus...
 
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The truth is the world was a path of happiness
 
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and along that path your love was the light.
 
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Today some other lips might tell you the warm and slow,
 
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thrilled word that requests and swears love,
 
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while my soul, the terminally ill,
 
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cries by the window of an evocative dream.
 
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Nostalgias of the heart...
 
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Magnolias, mint and lemongrass!
 
 
|LyricsENSource=Roberta Maegli (for TangoTunes)
 
|LyricsENSource=Roberta Maegli (for TangoTunes)
 
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Latest revision as of 20:29, 28 May 2019

Song

Pa' los muchachos (To the Lads) is the title of a tango written by Julián Centeya. The music was composed by José Ranieri.

Music
Genre:

Tango

Composer(s):

José Ranieri

Year of composition:


Lyrics

Lyrics writer(s):

Julián Centeya


Recordings

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Lyrics

Spanish: Pa' los muchachos

Muchachos...
Pido entrada y me arremango,
que esta noche canto un tango,
viejo tango, corazón.
Muchachos...
Abanicando este fueye,
un viejo recuerdo llueve
su hilacha sentimental.
En un rincón de Pompeya,
un callejón, una estrella,
la oscura pena de un bar.
 
Prendida al alma la llevo
como condena, para mi mal.
Era su alma la noche
de dura sombra, negra y fatal.
Rencores que no la olvidan
me asaltan a cada paso,
mostrándome en el fracaso
el resto de una ilusión.

English: To the Lads

Lads...
I request to start and I roll up my sleeves.
because tonight I sing a tango,
old tango, heart.
Lads...
Fanning this bandoneon
an old memory rains
its sentimental loose threads.
In a corner in Pompeya,
an alley, a star,
the dark sorrow of a bar.

Pinned to my heart, I carry her
as a sentence, to my grief.
Her soul was the night
of hard shadows, black and fatal.
Rancours that won’t forget her
assault me at every step,
showing to me in failure
the rest of a hope.

Translation: Roberta Maegli (for TangoTunes)

References


Further links

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