This week Tanguera has a very special guest. Argentinean harpist and singer Juana Aquerreta will join us to sing some of her favorite Tango tunes. Accompanied by guitarist Tomas Murmis, Juana will sing and tell us about her love for tango music and how it influenced her original music. She has a great personality as well as an artistic view, if you meet her you will never forget her! Tune in now, Thursday from 2 to 4 pm! You can't miss it!
Version en castellano
Quiero emborrachar mi corazon
para olvidar un loco amor
que mas que amor es un sufrir...
Y aqui vengo para eso,
a borrar antiguos besos
en los besos de otras bocas.
Si su amor fue flor de un dia,
por que causa es siempre mia
esta cruel preocupacion.
Quiero, por los dos, mi copa alzar
para olvidar mi obstinacion,
y mas la vuelvo a recordar.
Nostalgias
de escuchar su risa loca
y sentir junto a mi boca
como un fuego su respiracion...
Angustias
de sentirme abandonado
y sentir que otro a su lado
pronto, pronto le hablara de amor...
Hermano,
yo no quiero rebajarme
ni pedirle ni rogarle
ni decirle que no puedo mas vivir.
Desde mi triste soledad
vere caer las rosas muertas
de mi juventud.
Gime, bandoneon, tu tango gris
quizas a ti te hiera igual
algun amor sentimental...
Llora mi alma de fantoche
sola y triste en esta noche,
noche negra y sin estrellas.
Si las copas traen consuelo,
aqui estoy con mi desvelo
para ahogarlo de una vez.
Quiero emborrachar al corazon
para despues poder brindar
por los fracasos del amor.
English version
I want to drown my heart with wine
to extinguish a crazy love
that more than love, is pain…
And that's what I'm here for,
to erase those old kisses
with other lips' kisses.
If her love was short lived,
why is this cruel preoccupation
always living in me?
I want to drink for both of us
to forget this obsession,
but I remember her even more.
The nostalgia
for her laughter,
for feeling her fire-like breath
next to my lips…
The anguish
of being abandoned
and of thinking that soon another will
whisper tender words to her…
Brother,
I don't want the humiliation
of begging, crying,
of telling her I can't live without her.
From my sad solitude
I will see the falling of the lifeless roses
of my youth.
Moan, bandoneon, your sad tango
maybe you also are in pain
for a broken love…
Cry my silly, lonely and
sad soul tonight,
dark, starless night.
If drinks bring relief,
here I am with my sorrow
to drown it at once.
I want to drown my heart with wine
to then make a toast
to my defeated love.
Spanish version
Recitado
Las tardecitas de Buenos Aires tienen ese que se yo, viste?
Salis de tu casa por Arenales.
Lo de siempre: en la calle y en vos...
Cuando de repente, detras de un arbol,
me aparezco yo.
Mezcla rara de penultimo linyera
y de primer polizonte en el viaje a Venus:
medio melon en la cabeza,
las rayas de la camisa pintadas en la piel,
dos medias suelas clavadas en los pies
y una banderita de taxi libre levantada en cada mano.
Te reis!... Pero solo vos me ves:
Porque los maniquies me guiñan,
los semaforos me dan tres luces celestes
y las naranjas del frutero de la esquina
me tiran azahares.
Veni!, que asi, medio bailando y medio volando,
me saco el melon para saludarte,
te regalo una banderita y te digo...
Cantado
Ya se que estoy piantao, piantao, piantao...
No ves que va la luna rodando por Callao;
que un corso de astronautas y niños, con un vals,
me baila alrededor... Baila! Veni! Vola!
Yo se que estoy piantao, piantao, piantao...
Yo miro a Buenos Aires del nido de un gorrion;
y a vos te vi tan triste... Veni! Vola! Senti!...
el loco berretin que tengo para vos:
Loco! Loco! Loco!
Cuando anochezca en tu porteña soledad,
por la ribera de tu sabana vendre
con un poema y un trombon
a desvelarte el corazon.
Loco! Loco! Loco!
Como un acrobata demente saltare,
sobre el abismo de tu escote hasta sentir
que enloqueci tu corazon de libertad...
Ya vas a ver!
Recitado
Salgamos a volar, querida mia;
subite a mi ilusion super-sport,
y vamos a correr por las cornisas
con una golondrina en el motor!
De Vieytes nos aplauden: “Viva! Viva!”,
los locos que inventaron el Amor;
y un angel y un soldado y una niña
nos dan un valsecito bailador.
Nos sale a saludar la gente linda...
Y loco —pero tuyo—, que se yo!;
provoco campanarios con la risa,
y al fin, te miro, y canto a media voz:
Cantado
Quereme asi, piantao, piantao, piantao...
Trepate a esa ternura de locos que hay en mi,
ponete esa peluca de alondras, y vola!
Vola conmigo ya! Veni, vola, veni!
Quereme asi, piantao, piantao, piantao...
Abrite los amores que vamos a intentar
la magica locura total de revivir...
Veni, vola, veni! Trai-lai-lai-larara!
Gritado
Viva! Viva! Viva!
Loca ella y loco yo...
Locos! Locos! Locos!
Loca ella y loco yo!
English version
Recited
The afternoons in Buenos Aires have this... well, you know.
You leave your house down Arenales Avenue.
The usual : on the street and in you...
Then suddenly, from behind a tree,
I show up.
Rare mix of the next to last tramp
and the first stowaway on a trip to Venus:
a half melon on the head,
a striped shirt painted on the skin,
two leather soles nailed to the fet,
and a taxi-for-hire flag up in each hand.
You laugh! But only you can see me:
because the mannequins wink at me,
the traffic lights flash me three lights sky-blue
and the oranges at the corner grocery stand
cast their blossoms at me.
Come on!, that this way, half dancing, half flying,
I remove the melon to greet you.
I give you a little flag and I tell you...
Sung
l know I'm crazy, crazy, crazy...
don't you see the moon rolling through Callao;
a second line of astronauts and children
waltzing around me... Dance! Come! Fly!
I know I'm crazy, I'm crazy, I'm crazy...
I see Buenos Aires from a sparrow's nest;
and I saw you so sad... Come! Fly! Feel!...
the crazy desire I have for you:
Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!
As darkness sets in your porteña loneliness,
by the shores of your bedsheet I'll come
with a poem and a trombone
to keep your heart sleepless.
Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!
Like a demented acrobat I'll dive,
into the abyss of your cleavage 'till I feel
I drove your heart crazy with freedom.
You'll see!
Recited
Let's go flying, my dear.
get on my super sport illusion,
let's run over the cornices
with a swallow in the engine.
From Vieytes they applaud: "Hooray! Hooray!",
the nuts who invented Love,
and an angel, a soldier and a girl
give us a dancing waltz.
The beautiful people come out to say hello.
And crazy, but yours, I don't know!;
I cause a stridency of bells with my laugh,
and finally, I look at you, and sing softly
Sung
Love me this way I am, crazy, crazy, crazy...
climb up into my insane tenderness,
don a wig of larks on your head and fly!
Fly with me now! Come! Fly! Come!
Love me the way I am, crazy, crazy, crazy...
open up your love, we are going to attempt
the crazy magic of reviving...
Come , fly , come! Trai-lai-lai-larara!
Yelling
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
She's crazy and I'm crazy...
Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!
She's crazy and so am I.
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