Malena

MALENA

Music by Lucio Demare
Lyrics by Homero Manzi
Translated by Coby Lubliner

Malena canta el tango
como ninguna
y en cada verso pone
su corazón;
a yuyo del suburbio
su voz perfuma,
Malena tiene pena
de bandoneón.
Tal vez allá en la infancia
su voz de alondra
tomó ese tono oscuro
del callejón,
o acaso aquel romance
que sólo nombra
cuando se pone triste
con el alcohol.
Malena canta el tango
con voz de sombra,
Malena tiene pena
de bandoneón.Tu canción
tiene el frío del último encuentro,
tu canción
se hace amarga en la sal del recuerdo.
Yo no sé
si tu voz es la flor de una pena,
sólo sé
que al rumor de tus tangos, Malena,
te siento mas buena
más buena que yo.Tus ojos son oscuros
como el olvido,
tus labios apretados
como el rencor,
tus manos, dos palomas
que sienten frio,
tus venas tienen sangre
de bandoneón.
Tus tangos son criaturas
abandonadas
que cruzan sobre el barro
del callejón
cuando todas las puertas
están cerradas
y ladran los fantasmas
de la canción.
Malena canta el tango
con voz quebrada;
Malena tiene pena
de bandoneón.
Malena sings the tango
As does none other
And she makes every verse sound
Her very own.
Her voice has the perfume of
Weeds of the suburb.
Malena’s aching like the
Bandoneon.
Perhaps back in her childhood
Her voice rang clearly,
But in an alley took on
That dusky tone,
Or maybe that romance that
She mentions merely
When drink gets her to feeling
Sad and alone.
Malena sings the tango,
Her voice is bleary;
Malena’s aching like the
Bandoneon.Your sad song
Is as cold as the very last meeting,Your sad songIs as bitter as mem’ry that’s fleeting.
I don’t know
If your voice comes from torment that’s stinging,
I just know
That, Malena, when I hear you singing,
I feel that you’re better,
Much better than I.Your eyes are dark like that deep
Sea of forgetting,
Your lips are pressed so tightly,
Down to the bone.
Your hands are cold like two doves,
Shiv’ring and fretting,
In your veins flows the blood of
Bandoneon.
Your tangos are abandoned
Children who’re taking
A shortcut through the muddy
Alley alone,
When all the doors are closed and
All is forsaken,
And when the ghosts of tangos
Howl on their own.
Malena sings the tango,
Her voice is breaking
Malena’s aching like the
Bandoneon.

Translation © 2004 by Jacob Lubliner
 

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