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Luna llena

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Song

Luna llena (Full Moon) is the title of a tango written by Cátulo Castillo in 1944. The music was composed by Mario Perini.

Music
Genre:

Tango

Composer(s):

Mario Perini

Year of composition:

1944

Lyrics

Lyrics writer(s):

Cátulo Castillo


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Lyrics

Spanish: Luna llena

La luna llena del cielo
se aburre colgada
sobre el callejón cortón.
Y está tirada en el suelo
del rojo pañuelo
de un patio en reunión.

Allí, se oye gotear la pileta
y aquí soñando guarda el aljibe
la estrella que exhibe
la luz de un farol.
Y está girando coqueta
la eterna veleta cortada en latón.

Luna llena,
giró carmín la pollera
que cimbra en gracia y pasión,
sirviendo al gesto del varón
la vida entera.

Luna llena,
redonda, monda y serena,
mas en la calle que grita
juega un hombre su rencor
a cara o cruz,
como una sombra maldita
que se agita en su infinita luz.

La luna mira callada
la danza apretada
que tiene emoción y acción.
Y hay un despecho que viste
la música triste de aquel corazón.

Total, el son del tango se apaga
y al fin
frente a la dicha que pierde
hay alguien que muerde
su pena de amor.
Y con borrones de bruma
la luna se esfuma
por el callejón.

English: Full Moon

The full moon in the sky
is bored hanging
upon the short alley.
And it’s lying on the ground
of the red handkerchief
of a patio where people meet.

There the dripping of the pond is heard
and here, dreaming, the water well keeps
a star that shows
the light of a streetlamp.
And turning, flirtatious,
is the eternal brass weather-vane.

Full moon,
the crimson skirt twirled,
swinging with grace and passion,
providing to the man’s gesture,
the whole life.

Full moon,
round, clean and serene,
but in the screaming street
a man gambles his rancour
to heads or tails,
as an accursed shadow,
shaking in its infinite light.

The moon watches quiet
the tight dance
that has emotion and action.
And there’s a spite that dresses up
the sad music of that heart.

After all, the sound of the tango wanes
and in the end
seeing the joy he’s losing
there’s someone who bites
their sorrow of love.
And with a misty blur
the moon vanishes
along the alley.

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