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{{Song | {{Song | ||
| + | |Profile='''Por las calles de la vida''' ''(Along the Streets of Life)'' is the title of a tango written and composed by [[Enrique Cadícamo]] in 1942. Love got lost, somewhere along the streets of life, but the memories remain, inexorable and strong, within the poet’s heart. He recalls the woman’s tenderness and, regretfully, his own bad habits that once caused her to suffer. Contemplating a sad, dreamless future, he cries over the painful absence of that love. | ||
| + | |Composer1=Enrique Cadícamo | ||
|Writer1=Enrique Cadícamo | |Writer1=Enrique Cadícamo | ||
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|Year of composition=1942 | |Year of composition=1942 | ||
|Genre=Tango | |Genre=Tango | ||
| − | + | |Tangoinfo=https://tango.info/T0370193057 | |
| + | |Todotango=http://www.todotango.com/musica/tema/516/Por-las-calles-de-la-vida/ | ||
| + | |Lyrics=Por las calles de la vida | ||
| + | nos perdimos vos y yo. | ||
| + | Quién se va a olvidar las penas | ||
| + | cuando esas penas | ||
| + | son como antojos... | ||
| + | Quién se va a tragar el llanto | ||
| + | cuando ese llanto | ||
| + | sube a los ojos... | ||
| + | Ella está en mis tristes días... | ||
| + | Ella está en las negras noches de mi drama... | ||
| + | Y ella está en mi vida oscura | ||
| + | como una pura | ||
| + | copa de alcohol. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Por las calles de la vida | ||
| + | nos perdimos vos y yo... | ||
| + | |||
| + | Ya no tendrás que esperar | ||
| + | y que llorar de madrugada... | ||
| + | Ya no tendrás que sufrir | ||
| + | rencor por mis calaveradas... | ||
| + | Ni el pañuelo que planchabas con amor | ||
| + | coqueteando en mi bolsillo lo pondrás. | ||
| + | Ni ese beso de enojada | ||
| + | que al regresar | ||
| + | siempre me dabas... | ||
| + | Hoy te falta todo aquello | ||
| + | y a mí tu corazón. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Por las calles de la vida | ||
| + | nos perdimos vos y yo... | ||
| + | |||
| + | Quién me va a decir: ¡Olvide!... | ||
| + | Si aunque la olvide | ||
| + | la llevo adentro... | ||
| + | Quién me va a decir: ¡Borrala!... | ||
| + | Si me acorrala mi sufrimiento. | ||
| + | Nunca, nunca se me olvida... | ||
| + | Ya mi vida se ha hecho un nudo con su vida... | ||
| + | Y hoy mis sueños se derrumban | ||
| + | sobre la tumba de esta pasión. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Por las calles de la vida | ||
| + | nos perdimos vos y yo… | ||
| + | |LyricsENTitle=Along the Streets of Life | ||
| + | |LyricsEN=Along the streets of life | ||
| + | we got lost, you and me. | ||
| + | Who will forget the sorrows | ||
| + | when those sorrows | ||
| + | are like cravings… | ||
| + | Who will swallow the tears | ||
| + | when that weeping | ||
| + | creeps up to the eyes… | ||
| + | She is in my sad days… | ||
| + | She is there, in the black nights of my drama.. | ||
| + | And she is in my dark life | ||
| + | like a pure | ||
| + | glass of alcohol. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Along the streets of life | ||
| + | we got lost, you and me… | ||
| + | |||
| + | You’ll no longer have to wait | ||
| + | and to cry at daybreak… | ||
| + | You’ll no longer have to suffer | ||
| + | rancour for my wild escapades… | ||
| + | Nor will you place in my pocket, flirting, | ||
| + | the handkerchief you so lovingly ironed; | ||
| + | nor that angry kiss | ||
| + | that you always gave me | ||
| + | when I came back… | ||
| + | Today you’re missing all that | ||
| + | and I, your heart. | ||
| + | |||
| + | In the streets of life | ||
| + | we got lost, you and me… | ||
| − | + | Who’s going to say: Forget! | |
| + | If even though I forget her | ||
| + | I have her inside of me… | ||
| + | Who’s going to say: Erase her! | ||
| + | If I’m cornered by my suffering. | ||
| + | I never, ever forget… | ||
| + | My life has been tied into a knot together with hers… | ||
| + | And today my dreams crumble | ||
| + | onto the grave of this passion. | ||
| + | Along the streets of life | ||
| + | we got lost, you and me… | ||
| + | |LyricsENSource=Roberta Maegli (for TangoTunes) | ||
| + | }} | ||
==Weblinks== | ==Weblinks== | ||
| − | * | + | *"Por las calles de la vida" translation on [http://embrujamiento.wordpress.com Embrujamiento] |
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Revision as of 20:41, 28 May 2019
Por las calles de la vida (Along the Streets of Life) is the title of a tango written and composed by Enrique Cadícamo in 1942. Love got lost, somewhere along the streets of life, but the memories remain, inexorable and strong, within the poet’s heart. He recalls the woman’s tenderness and, regretfully, his own bad habits that once caused her to suffer. Contemplating a sad, dreamless future, he cries over the painful absence of that love.
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Lyrics
Por las calles de la vida
nos perdimos vos y yo.
Quién se va a olvidar las penas
cuando esas penas
son como antojos...
Quién se va a tragar el llanto
cuando ese llanto
sube a los ojos...
Ella está en mis tristes días...
Ella está en las negras noches de mi drama...
Y ella está en mi vida oscura
como una pura
copa de alcohol.
Por las calles de la vida
nos perdimos vos y yo...
Ya no tendrás que esperar
y que llorar de madrugada...
Ya no tendrás que sufrir
rencor por mis calaveradas...
Ni el pañuelo que planchabas con amor
coqueteando en mi bolsillo lo pondrás.
Ni ese beso de enojada
que al regresar
siempre me dabas...
Hoy te falta todo aquello
y a mí tu corazón.
Por las calles de la vida
nos perdimos vos y yo...
Quién me va a decir: ¡Olvide!...
Si aunque la olvide
la llevo adentro...
Quién me va a decir: ¡Borrala!...
Si me acorrala mi sufrimiento.
Nunca, nunca se me olvida...
Ya mi vida se ha hecho un nudo con su vida...
Y hoy mis sueños se derrumban
sobre la tumba de esta pasión.
Por las calles de la vida
nos perdimos vos y yo…
Along the streets of life
we got lost, you and me.
Who will forget the sorrows
when those sorrows
are like cravings…
Who will swallow the tears
when that weeping
creeps up to the eyes…
She is in my sad days…
She is there, in the black nights of my drama..
And she is in my dark life
like a pure
glass of alcohol.
Along the streets of life
we got lost, you and me…
You’ll no longer have to wait
and to cry at daybreak…
You’ll no longer have to suffer
rancour for my wild escapades…
Nor will you place in my pocket, flirting,
the handkerchief you so lovingly ironed;
nor that angry kiss
that you always gave me
when I came back…
Today you’re missing all that
and I, your heart.
In the streets of life
we got lost, you and me…
Who’s going to say: Forget!
If even though I forget her
I have her inside of me…
Who’s going to say: Erase her!
If I’m cornered by my suffering.
I never, ever forget…
My life has been tied into a knot together with hers…
And today my dreams crumble
onto the grave of this passion.
Along the streets of life
we got lost, you and me…
References
Further links
Weblinks
- "Por las calles de la vida" translation on Embrujamiento