Garganta Con Arena - Adriana Varela

Ya ves, el día no amanece

Polaco Goyeneche

Cantate un tango más

Ya ves, la noche se hace larga

Tu vida tiene un karma

Cantar, siempre cantar

Tu voz, que al tango lo emociona

Diciendo el punto y coma que nadie le cantó

Tu voz, con duendes y fantasmas

Respira con el asma de un viejo bandoneón

Canta garganta con arena

Tu voz tiene la pena que Malena no cantó

Canta que Juárez te condena

Al lastimar tu pena con su blanco bandoneón

Canta, la gente está aplaudiendo

Y aunque te estés muriendo no conoce tu dolor

Canta, que Trolio desde el cielo

Debajo de tu almohada un verso te dejó

Cantor de un tango algo insolente

Hiciste que la gente le duela tu dolor

Cantor, de un tango equilibrista

Más que cantor artista con vicios de cantor

Ya vez a mi y a Buenos Aires

Nos falta siempre el aire cuando no está tu voz

Tu voz, que un día me enseñaste

El día que cantaste conmigo una canción

You see, the day does not dawn

Polish Goyeneche

Sing one more tango

You see, the night is long

Your life has a karma

Sing, always sing

Your voice, which excites tango

Saying the semicolon that no one sang to him

Your voice, with goblins and ghosts

Breathe with the asthma of an old bandoneon

Sing throat with sand

Your voice is sorry that Malena did not sing

Sing that Juarez condemns you

When hurting your sorrow with his white bandoneon

Sing, people are clapping

And even if you're dying, he doesn't know your pain

Sing, that Trolio from the sky

Under your pillow a verse left you

Singer of a somewhat insolent tango

You made people hurt your pain

Singer, of a tightrope walker tango

More than an artist singer with the vices of a singer

Now to me and to Buenos Aires

We are always short of breath when your voice is not there

Your voice, that one day you taught me

The day you sang a song with me