Milonga Triste
arrived through the path,
apron and loosened tresses,
your black eyes, full moon
clarity.
My lips hurt you
when I kissed your mouth fresh. Punishment
give me your hand, but struck
your absence.
Ay ... I went by road
white, turned
unable to arrive.
Sad with my long shouting, singing without knowing
. You closed your eyes
black
your face turned white and we take your silence
the ringing of bells. The moon fell
in water,
the pain hit my chest.
hundred guitars with strings I twist
remorse.
Ay ... I went by road
black, turned
unable to arrive. I shouted your name
died
prayed without knowing how.
Sadness of wanting your blush on the path. Tristeza
roads after never saw you again.
Silence in the cemetery,
loneliness of the stars,
memories that hurt so much,
apron and black braids.
Ay ... I went by road
dead, turned
unable to arrive. I shouted your name
good cry without knowing
llorar.
Homero Manzi
Milonga Triste
For the trail, you were arriving
apron, brown hair, dark eyes with your
shining,
a clear full moon. ..
And my lips have made you suffer
a kiss on your mouth fresh.
And if thy hand I knew it
punish your absence hurts me
Ah ... By
white roads, I returned
returned without being able to happen.
my long sad cry endlessly, I sang without knowing
sing.
Your two black eyes are closed,
and your face turned white,
when the bells rang
we brought your silence.
The moon in the water came down,
pain hit me in the soul. A hundred guitars I
braided cords with remorse and tears.
Ah ... By
black paths I returned
returned without being able to happen.
I screamed your name off death, I prayed without knowing
pray.
Sadness
loved to have you blushing on the road.
Sadness of all paths where more
you never came back.
full
Cemetery silence,
the stars, their loneliness,
memories and so much suffering,
an apron, two brown braids.
Ah ... By
paths dead I returned
returned without being able to happen.
I screamed your name sweet distant
I cried without knowing weep.
Versión para el canto JACQUES Ancet
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