Jan,
You are tempting me into initiate you in the sadness of Tango.... I think I am going to translate it for you.... It is worth the hassle as it is perhaps the best song I´ve ever heard...
Here we go....
"Desde chico ya tenía en el mirar "Since I was a toddler I had that thing on my eyes
Esa loca fantasía de volar, That crazy fantasy about flying
Fue mi sueño de purrete It was my dream as a kid
Ser igual que un barrilete que to be just like a kite
elevandose entre nubes climbing up among the clouds
Que en un viento de esperanzas that in a wind of hope
sube y sube....... climbs up and up.....
Y creci en ese mundo de ilusión And I grew up in that world of ilussion...
escuche solo a mi pobre corazon And I´ve only listened to my poor hearth
Más la vida no es juguete, But, life it´s not a toy
Y el lirismo es un billete and poetry is a note
sin valor.... with no value.....
Yo quise ser un barrilete, I wanted to be a kite,
buscando altura en mi ideal gaining altitude in my convictions
tratando de explicarme que la vida trying to explain to myself that life
es algo mas..... que un simple plato is something more than a simple
de comida.... plate of food......
Y quise ser un barrilete, and I wanted to be a kite
al que un mal viento puso fin... one that ended bad due to a bad wind..
No se si me falló la fé, la voluntad.... I do not know if what failed was my faith, my will power...
O acaso fue? que me faltó? Or maybe it was? than I run short....?
Piolin....... Of cord......
En amores solo tuve decepcion in love, I only found disapointment
regale por no vender mi corazón I gave away my hearth not to sold it.
Híze versos olvidando, I made poetry forgetting
que la vida es solo prosa dolorida que that life is just harmful prose that
vá ahogando lo mejor y abriendo goes ahead and drowns what is best
heridas.... ayyy la vida..... and open wounds....ay life......
Hoy me aterra este cansancio fin final, I am terrified now of this tiredness without and end
se hizo trizas mi sonrisa, mi ideal... my smile, my ideals are shattered now
cuando miro un barrilete, whenever I see a kite
me pregunto ese purrete..... I ask my self where that kid
donde estaaaa? Is nooooooow........
Yo quise ser un barrilete, I wanted to be a kite,
buscando altura en mi ideal gaining altitude in my convictions
tratando de explicarme que la vida trying to explain to myself that life
es algo mas..... que un simple plato is something more than a simple
de comida.... plate of food......
Y he sido igual que un barrilete, And I´ve been just like a Kite
al que un mal viento puso fin... one that ended bad due to a bad wind..
No se si me falló la fé, la voluntad.... I do not know if what failed was my faith, my will power...
O acaso fue?..... que me faltó? Or maybe it was?.... than I was short....?
Piolin....... Of cord......
Okey, I am completelly out of stress now, I can have my diner in peace ....
Enjoy the tango,
Juan
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"I knew a lad that went to sea and left the shore behind him, I knew him well, the lad was me....... but now I can not find him" ( Old sailor´s song"?)
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