Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Madreselva, artist - Carlos Di Sarli. Album song Taconeando, in the genre Аргентинское тангоDate of issue: 08.02.2019
Record label: Editione Jazz IT
Song language: Spanish
Madreselva(original) |
| Vieja pared del arrabal |
| Tu sombra fue mi compañera |
| De mi niñez sin esplendor |
| La amiga fue tu madreselva |
| Cuando temblando mi amor primero |
| Con esperanzas besaba mi alma |
| Yo junto a vos pura y feliz |
| Cantaba así mi primera confesión |
| Madreselvas en flor que me vieron nacer |
| Y en la vieja pared sorprendieron mi amor |
| Tu humilde caricia es como el cariño |
| Primero y querido que siento por él |
| Madreselvas en flor que trepándose van |
| Es su abrazo tenáz y dulzón como aquél |
| Si todos los años tus flores renacen |
| Hace que no muera mi primer amor |
| Pasaron los años y mil desengaños |
| Yo vengo a contarte mi vieja pared |
| Así aprendí que hay que fingir |
| Para vivir decentemente |
| Que amor y fe, mentiras son |
| Y del dolor se rie la gente |
| Hoy que la vida me ha castigado |
| Y me ha enseñado su credo amargo |
| Vieja pared con emoción |
| Me acerco a vos y te digo como ayer |
| Madreselvas en flor que me vieron nacer |
| Y en la vieja pared sorprendieron mi amor |
| Tu humilde caricia es como el cariño |
| Premero y querido que nunca olvidé |
| Madreselvas en flor que trepándose van |
| Es su abrazo tenáz y dulzón como aquél |
| Si todos los años tus flores renacen |
| ¿por qué ya no vuelve mi primer amor? |
| (translation) |
| old slum wall |
| your shadow was my companion |
| Of my childhood without splendor |
| The friend was your honeysuckle |
| When trembling my love first |
| With hopes he kissed my soul |
| Me together with you pure and happy |
| I sang like this my first confession |
| Honeysuckle in bloom that saw me born |
| And on the old wall they surprised my love |
| Your humble caress is like affection |
| First and dearest I feel for him |
| Honeysuckle in bloom that climbs |
| It is his embrace of him tenacious and sweet like that |
| If every year your flowers are reborn |
| It keeps my first love from dying |
| Years passed and a thousand disappointments |
| I come to tell you about my old wall |
| That's how I learned that you have to pretend |
| to live decently |
| What love and faith, lies are |
| And people laugh at the pain |
| Today that life has punished me |
| And he has taught me his bitter creed |
| old wall with emotion |
| I approach you and tell you like yesterday |
| Honeysuckle in bloom that saw me born |
| And on the old wall they surprised my love |
| Your humble caress is like affection |
| First and dear that I never forgot |
| Honeysuckle in bloom that climbs |
| It is his tenacious and sweet hug like that one |
| If every year your flowers are reborn |
| Why doesn't my first love come back? |