La Violeta - Aníbal Troilo Y Su Orquesta Típica, Roberto Goyeneche

Con el codo en la mesa mugrienta

Y la vista clavada en un sueo

Piensa el tano Domingo Polenta

En el drama de su inmigracin

Y en la sucia cantina que canta

La nostalgia del viejo paese

Desafina su ronca garganta

Ya curtida de vino carlon

E!!!

La Violeta, la va, la va, la va…

La va sul campo che lei si sognaba

Ch’era su gigin, que guardandola staba…

El tambin busca su soado bien

Desde aquel dia, tan lejano ya

Que con su carga de ilusin saliera

Como La Violeta que la va… la va…

Canzoneta de pago lejano

Que idealiza la sucia taberna

Y que brilla en los ojos del tano

Con la perla de algun lagrimon

La aprendio cuando vino con otros

Encerrado en la panza de un buque

Y es con ella, metiendo batuque

Que consuela su desilusin

With the elbow on the grimy table

And staring at a dream

Think Tan Sunday Polenta

In the drama of his immigration

And in the dirty bar that sings

Nostalgia for the old country

Detune your hoarse throat

Already tanned with Carlon wine

AND!!!

The Violet, it goes, it goes, it goes...

She goes sul campo che lei si sognaba

Ch'era her gigin of her, who was keeping her...

He also looks for his dream well

Since that day, so far away

That with his burden of illusion he would come out

Like La Violeta that goes... goes...

Distant payment canzoneta

That idealizes the dirty tavern

And that shines in the eyes of the tano

With the pearl of some tear

He learned it when she came with others

Locked in the belly of a ship

And it is with her, putting batuque

that consoles his disappointment