Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Motivo Sentimental , by - Jose Garcia. Song from the album Tristeza Marina, in the genre ДжазRelease date: 27.01.2019
Record label: Editione Jazz IT
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Motivo Sentimental , by - Jose Garcia. Song from the album Tristeza Marina, in the genre ДжазMotivo Sentimental(original) |
| Yo llevo el tango en mi vida como una garra, |
| hincada en la carne viva de mi emoción, |
| se me ha metido en el alma |
| la voz amarga del bandoneón. |
| Un drama de tango triste fue su desvío |
| por rumbos de sueños viejos se fue su amor. |
| Y el tango llora conmigo |
| los cien motivos de pena que me dejó. |
| El tango me pone triste, |
| no lo puedo remediar, |
| hoy rencor de herida abierta |
| y emoción de pena vieja |
| en su grave rezongar. |
| El tango me pone triste |
| porque soy sentimental |
| es su voz la de un amigo |
| que revive los motivos |
| de mi drama pasional. |
| Por el ojal de la herida, que es un recuerdo |
| se cuela la voz amarga del bandoneón |
| y se confunde la pena |
| con esta pena que tengo yo. |
| Llegó a mi vida llorando cosas de olvido, |
| se fue cantando alegrías del corazón |
| y yo he quedado sufriendo |
| el hondo drama de tango, que me dejó. |
| (translation) |
| I carry tango in my life like a claw, |
| kneeling in the living flesh of my emotion, |
| it has gotten into my soul |
| the bitter voice of the bandoneon. |
| A sad tango drama was his detour |
| Along the paths of old dreams her love for him left. |
| And the tango cries with me |
| the hundred reasons for sorrow that he left me. |
| The tango makes me sad, |
| I can't fix it |
| today rancor of open wound |
| and emotion of old sorrow |
| in his grave grumbling. |
| tango makes me sad |
| because i'm sentimental |
| it is his voice that of a friend |
| that revives the reasons |
| of my passionate drama. |
| Through the buttonhole of the wound, which is a memory |
| the bitter voice of the bandoneon sneaks in |
| and the sorrow is confused |
| with this sorrow that I have. |
| He came into my life crying things of oblivion, |
| he left singing joys of the heart |
| and I have been suffering |
| the deep drama of tango, which left me. |