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Song

Tabaco (Tobacco) is the title of a tango written by José María Contursi in 1944. The music was composed by Armando Pontier.

Music
Genre:

Tango

Composer(s):

Armando Pontier

Year of composition:

1944

Lyrics

Lyrics writer(s):

José María Contursi


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Lyrics

Spanish: Tabaco

Tu voz surgió de las sombras
como un lejano reproche;
tu voz que llora y me nombra
mientras más aún se asombran
los fantasmas de esta noche.
Están mis ojos cerrados
por el terror del silencio;
mi corazón, desgarrado
porque no me he perdonado
todo el mal que te causé.

Más, muchísimo más
extrañan mis manos tus manos amantes...
Más, muchísimo más
me aturdo al saberte tan cerca y tan distante...
Y mientras fumo forma el humo tu figura
y en el aroma del tabaco tu fragancia
me conversa de distancias,
de tu olvido y mi locura...
Tú que vives feliz
tal vez esta noche te acuerdes de mí.

Parece un sueño de angustias
del que despierto temblando
y están tiradas y mustias
las violetas de esa angustia
y mis ojos sollozando.
Los pobres siguen cerrados
por el terror del silencio...
Mi corazón, desgarrado
porque no me he perdonado
todo el mal que te causé.

English: Tobacco

Your voice sprang from the shadows
as a distant reproach;
your voice that weeps and calls my name
while tonight’s ghosts
become even more astonished.
Closed are my eyes
out of terror for the silence;
my heart, torn
because I haven’t forgiven myself
for all the harm I did to you.

More, so much more,
my hands miss your loving hands...
More, so much more,
I’m stunned knowing you are so close and so distant...
And as I smoke the smoke forms your figure
and in the scent of the tobacco your fragrance
speaks to me of distances,
of your oblivion and my madness...
You live happy,
maybe tonight you’ll remember me.

It seems like an anguished dream
I wake up from, trembling,
and scattered and withered
are the violets of that anguish
and my eyes, weeping.
The poor ones remain closed
out of terror of the silence...
My heart, torn
because I haven’t forgiven myself
for all the harm I did to you.

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