Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tita De Buenos Aires, artist - Cacho Castaña. Album song En Vivo En El Gran Rex, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 27.04.2017
Record label: Universal Music Argentina
Song language: Spanish
Tita De Buenos Aires(original) |
Te pintaron las cejas con dos pinceladas de asfalto caliente |
Y quedó Buenos Aires dibujada en tu frente |
Y esa pena de amor que agrandó tus ojeras, faltando a la cita |
No pudiste borrarla ni con agua bendita |
Era escudo y espada tu palabra atrevida |
Tu mirada insolente, cuanto miedo tenías que te dañe la gente |
Esa gente que hablaba y que mal comentaba tu sabiduría |
Ellos nunca supieron lo que tu ya sabías |
Tita de Buenos Aires, Tita mía |
La de los tangos calientes y las manos tan frías |
La de plegarias al cielo como la Madre María |
La del mercado de Abasto, la del paseo en tranvía |
Ese loco coraje de potro salvaje, te galopa en las venas |
Cuando bailas un tango, cuando cantas tus penas |
Y aunque tires la bronca, me trates de loco |
De nada me quejo, tu mirada en silencio es también un consejo |
Te pintaron las cejas con dos pinceladas de asfalto caliente |
Y quedó Buenos Aires y su calle Corrientes |
Esa pena de amor que agrandó tus ojeras faltando a la cita |
No pudieron borrarla ni con agua bendita |
Tita de Buenos Aires, Tita mía |
La de los tangos calientes y de las manos tan frías |
La de plegarias al cielo como la Madre María |
La del mercado de Abasto, la del paseo en tranvía |
Que pocos, que pocos se dieron cuenta cuanto miedo les tenías |
(translation) |
They painted your eyebrows with two strokes of hot asphalt |
And Buenos Aires was drawn on your forehead |
And that pain of love that enlarged your dark circles, missing the appointment |
You couldn't erase it even with holy water |
It was shield and sword your daring word |
Your insolent look, how afraid you were that people would harm you |
Those people who spoke and badly commented on your wisdom |
They never knew what you already knew |
Aunt from Buenos Aires, my Aunt |
The one with the hot tangos and the hands so cold |
The one with prayers to heaven like Mother Mary |
The one from the Abasto market, the one from the tram ride |
That crazy courage of a wild colt gallops in your veins |
When you dance a tango, when you sing your sorrows |
And even if you throw the anger, you treat me crazy |
I do not complain about anything, your look in silence is also a piece of advice |
They painted your eyebrows with two strokes of hot asphalt |
And Buenos Aires and its Corrientes street remained |
That pain of love that enlarged your dark circles by missing the appointment |
They couldn't erase it even with holy water |
Aunt from Buenos Aires, my Aunt |
The one with hot tangos and so cold hands |
The one with prayers to heaven like Mother Mary |
The one from the Abasto market, the one from the tram ride |
How few, how few realized how afraid you were of them |