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Garúa

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Song

Garúa (Drizzle) is the title of a tango written by Enrique Cadícamo in 1943. The music was composed by Aníbal Troilo.

Music
Genre:

Tango

Composer(s):

Aníbal Troilo

Year of composition:

1943

Lyrics

Lyrics writer(s):

Enrique Cadícamo


Recordings

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Lyrics

Spanish: Garúa

¡Qué noche llena de hastío y de frío!
El viento trae un extraño lamento.
¡Parece un pozo de sombras la noche
y yo en la sombra camino muy lento!
Mientras tanto la garúa
se acentúa
con sus púas
en mi corazón...

En esta noche tan fría y tan mía
pensando siempre en lo mismo me abismo
y aunque yo quiera apartarla,
desecharla y olvidarla,
la recuerdo más.

¡Garúa!
Solo y triste por la acera
va este corazón transido
con tristeza de tapera.
Sintiendo tu hielo,
porque aquella, con su olvido,
hoy le ha abierto una gotera.
¡Perdido!
Como un duende que en la sombra
más la busca y más la nombra...
Garúa... tristeza...
¡Hasta el cielo se ha puesto a llorar!

¡Qué noche llena de hastío y de frío!
No se ve a nadie cruzar por la esquina.
Sobre la calle, la hilera de focos
lustra el asfalto con luz mortecina.
Y yo voy, como un descarte,
siempre solo,
siempre aparte,
recordándote.
Las gotas caen en el charco de mi alma
hasta los huesos calados y helados
y humillando este tormento
todavía pasa el viento
empujándome.

English: Drizzle

What a night full of weariness and cold!
The wind brings a strange lament.
The night seems a well of shadows
and I walk very slowly in the shade.
Meanwhile the drizzle
stresses itself
with its spikes
on my heart...

On this night, so cold and so mine,
always thinking about the same, I astonish myself
and as much as I’d want to push her away,
to get rid of and to forget her,
I remember her more.

Drizzle!
Alone and sad, along the sidewalk
goes this heart,
pierced by the sadness of a ruined house.
Feeling your ice,
because that one, with her oblivion
has opened a leak.
Lost!
Like a spirit that in the shadows
looks for her and calls out her name even more...
Drizzle... sadness...
Even the sky has begun to cry!

What a night full of tedium and cold!
You don’t see anybody crossing on the corner.
On the street, the row of lightbulbs
polishes the asphalt with a dim light.
And I go around like a waste,
always alone, always aside,
remembering you.
The raindrops fall on the puddle of my soul
all the way to the soaked, freezing bones,
and humiliating this torment
even the wind passes by
pushing me.

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