Thursday, June 29, 2006

My dear Buenos Aires #1

Want to listen to "Mi Buenos Aires querido" / My dear Buenos Aires? It´s one of the most famous tangos.
Click here. There is a Listen while you read link

Mi Buenos Aires querido,
cuando yo te vuelva a ver,
no habra mas penas ni olvido.

El farolito de la calle en que naci
fue el centinela de mis promesas de amor,
bajo su inquieta lucecita yo la vi a mi pebeta luminosa como un sol.

Hoy que la suerte quiere que te vuelva a ver,
ciudad porteña de mi unico querer,
y oigo la queja de un bandoneón, dentro del pecho pide rienda el corazón.

Mi Buenos Aires tierra florida
donde mi vida terminaré.
Bajo tu amparo no hay desengaños, vuelan los años se olvida el dolor.
En caravana los recuerdos pasan
como una estela dulce de emoción,
quiero que sepas que al evocarte se van las penas del corazon.

Las ventanitas de mis calles de arrabal,
donde sonrie una muchachita en flor;
quiero de nuevo yo volver a contemplar
aquellos ojos que acarician al mirar.

En la cortada mas maleva una canción,
dice su ruego de coraje y de pasion;
una promesa y un suspirar
borro una lagrima de pena aquel cantar.

Mi Buenos Aires querido...
cuando yo te vuelva a ver...
no habra mas penas ni olvido...



English version (not the best, please forgive any mistakes/misspellings)

My beloved Buenos Aires,
the day I see you again,
there will be no more sorrow or forgetfulness

The lamp of the street where I was born
was witness to my promises of love,
It was under its dim light that I saw her
I saw my pebeta as bright as a sun.

Today luck wants me to see you again,
you my beloved city porteña,
and I hear the lament of a bandoneón,
asking for his heart to be set free.

My Buenos Aires,
land of flowers
where I will spend my last days.
Under your protection there are no disillusionment,
years fly by, pain is forgotten.

In caravan memories go by like a trail sweet of emotion,
I want you to know that when I evoke you sorrow leaves my heart.

The tiny windows of my streets of arrabal,
where a blooming girl smiles;
I want to see once again those eyes that caress with a look.
In the toughest back alley,
a song says its prayer of courage and of passion;
a promise and a sigh
that song wiped away a tear of sadness.

My beloved Buenos Aires, the day I see you again, there will be no more sorrow or forgetfulness.

2 comments:

MJ said...

Beautiful words and music Paula

MJ xx

wendy said...

Hey Paula!!

My email to you now is bouncing back. LOL!!! mine is my firstlastname through att.

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