Music: Pedro Maffia
Lyrics: Homero Manzi
Translation: Derrick Del Pilar
Recorded by Pedro Laurenz with Héctor Farrel in 1937
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Llega el viento del recuerdo aquel
al rincón de mi abandono
y entre el polvo muerto del ayer
también volvió tu querer.
Yo no sé si vivirás feliz
o si el mundo te ha vencido
y viviendo sin querer vivir
buscás la paz de morir.
(Instrumental)
(Unsung Part)
Duda de tu ausencia y de mi culpa
pena de tener que recordar
sueño del pasado que me acusa
manos que no quieren perdonar,
dolor amigo de estar con tu sombra
remordimiento de saberte buena
dolor lejano de oír que te nombran
las voces muertas que se obstinan en volver.
Ya no sueño que retornarás
al fracaso de mi vida
ni tampoco que en tu palpitar
tendré un afán para andar.
Sólo quiero que si estás también
en la cruz del abandono
sepas olvidarme en su perdón…
Total, mirá lo que soy.
Pena de tu ausencia sin retorno
pena de saber que no vendrás,
pena de escuchar en mi abandono
voces que me acusan al llegar.
Dolor amigo de estar con tu sombra
remordimiento de saberte buena
dolor lejano de oír que te nombran
las voces muertas del ayer feliz.
English
English
The wind of memory arrives
at the corner of my abandonment
and amidst yesterday’s dead dust
your love has also returned.
I don’t know if you lead a happy life
or if the world has defeated you
and living with no desire to live
you seek the peace of death.
(Instrumental)
(Unsung Part)
Doubt of your absence and my guilt
pain of having to remember,
dream of the past that accuses me,
hands that do not want to forgive,
friendly sorrow of being with your shadow,
regret of knowing that you’re doing well,
distant sorrow of hearing your name
spoken by dead voices that insist on coming back.
I no longer dream that you will return
to the ruins of my life
nor that I could ever hope
to walk within your heartbeat again.
I only wish that if you also
suffer on the cross of abandonment
you can learn to forget me in your forgiveness…
after all, look what I’ve become.
Pain of your absence with no return,
pain of knowing that you won’t come back,
pain of hearing in my abandonment,
voices that arrive to accuse me.
Friendly sorrow of being with your shadow
regret of knowing that you’re doing well
distant sorrow of hearing your name
spoken by dead voices from a happy yesterday.
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