Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Viva el Tango, artist - Roberto Goyeneche. Album song De Colección, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 05.03.1991
Record label: Musica & Marketing (M&M)
Song language: Spanish
Viva el Tango(original) |
Que el Gotán no le gusta, che? |
Siento mucho, peor pa' usted. |
Ya lo batió don Campoamor: |
«Todo es según el cristal…» |
Tango nuestro como el laurel |
que supiéramos conseguir, |
pucha qué bien! |
qué lindo es |
esto que aquí siento yo. |
Viva el Tango, viva el Tango! |
mezcla brava de pasión y pensamiento, |
viva el tango, que se toca |
con pudor de carcajada en un entierro. |
Viva el Tango, que es un fresco |
de madonas, casanovas y cornelios, |
comedia humana que a lo malo y a lo bueno, |
que a lo lindo y a lo feo |
lo escrachó del natural. |
Ves que va la eternidad |
al frasear de un tanguito sensual? |
taria ta tara ta |
taria ta tara ta, |
Música clásica de hoy. |
Con la media luz ritual |
y las sillas del bar dadas vuelta, |
en dos por cuatro beber |
lerdamente y salir |
fatigando veredas. |
Dos, que al desaparecer |
por el amanecer |
hacen tangos de amor. |
Que el Gotán no le gusta, che? |
que es llorón y es de ayer y qué? |
hay que saber si el que penó |
no es el que ríe después. |
Ni un Gotán supo el sabio aquel |
que de tanto saber murió |
y pal cajón fue sin saber |
que su mujer no lo amó. |
Viva el Tango, viva el Tango! |
con su ritmo de trompadas contra el viento, |
viva el Tango que se baila |
con el sexo en un poético suspenso. |
Viva el Tango, que es compinche |
para cada soledad y cada encuentro, |
viva el tango, todo el Tango, |
Dios bendiga cada día el Tango nuestro. |
Sur, Qué noche, Percal, La Yumba, |
Silbando, Adiós Nonino, El choclo, |
Divina, El Marne, Uno, El andariego, |
Milonguita, Vida mía, A fuego lento, |
El motivo, Bahía Blanca, La bordona, |
Flores negras, Che papusa, La Tablada, |
Mala junta, Suerte loca, La mariposa, |
Volver. |
Por todo el Tango |
va este brindis de mi alma |
y con el Río de la Plata |
me emborracho de emoción. |
Y viva el Tango |
y este amor con que lo canto, |
porque yo, yo soy el Tango, |
viva el Tango, y viva yo! |
(translation) |
That the Gotan doesn't like it, che? |
I'm very sorry, worse for you. |
Mr. Campoamor already beat him: |
"Everything is according to the glass..." |
Our tango like the laurel |
that we knew how to achieve, |
wow so good! |
how nice it is |
this that I feel here. |
Long live Tango, long live Tango! |
brave mixture of passion and thought, |
Long live tango, which is played |
with modesty of laughter at a funeral. |
Long live Tango, which is a cool |
of madonnas, casanovas and cornelios, |
human comedy that to the bad and to the good, |
that to the cute and to the ugly |
he scratched it from nature. |
You see that eternity goes |
when phrasing from a sensual tanguito? |
tara tara ta |
taria ta tara ta, |
Classical music today. |
With the ritual half light |
and the bar chairs turned upside down, |
in two by four drink |
slowly and get out |
tiring sidewalks. |
Two, that when it disappears |
by sunrise |
they make tangos of love. |
That the Gotan doesn't like it, che? |
who is crybaby and is from yesterday and what? |
you have to know if the one who suffered |
he is not the one who laughs afterwards. |
Not one Gotan knew that wise man |
that from knowing so much he died |
and pal drawer was without knowing |
that his wife did not love him. |
Long live Tango, long live Tango! |
with its rhythm of blows against the wind, |
Long live the Tango that is danced |
with sex in poetic suspense. |
Long live Tango, which is a buddy |
for each loneliness and each encounter, |
Long live the tango, all the Tango, |
God bless our Tango every day. |
South, What a night, Percal, La Yumba, |
Whistling, Goodbye Nonino, El corn, |
Divine, The Marne, One, The Wanderer, |
Milonguita, My life, A slow fire, |
The reason, Bahía Blanca, La Bordona, |
Black flowers, Che papusa, La Tablada, |
Bad board, Crazy luck, The butterfly, |
Return. |
For all the Tango |
goes this toast of my soul |
and with the River Plate |
I get drunk with emotion. |
And long live Tango |
and this love with which I sing it, |
because I, I am the Tango, |
long live Tango, and long live me! |