Garden Weeds
lyrics by Cátulo Castillo
music by Enrique Munné
Since absence has locked the door on me,
with bolts of oblivion…
Since the seductive door knocker
stays silent,
I don’t even know why I’ve come…
The garden weeds
and the ruins of the balcony
wound me with their gloom…
Since her hand is not there anymore,
since only more weeds will grow
over my willful dreams…
It was a lapse in my love,
a bitter lust that filled
my whole life…
The dark weeds
of my delusions
like a slow poison
filled with sorrow and hatred…
Vain weeds
growing over my heart
like the rust on her shutters
like the creeping moss…
like the malaise that shut her window…
Because she hurt me so, I left…
not knowing how I wounded her…
never imagining that in my absence I would lose
everything I held most dear…
Now her alleyway is dark…
her garden has wilted and died.
The door knocker has fallen silent…
and today as I return to her doorstep
my sadness is the weed
growing with a bitter memory…
Orquesta Osvaldo Pugliese, singer Alberto Morán
Morán does not sing the italicized verse in the version above.
(Spanish original after the jump)
Maleza
Si la ausencia me cerró su portón
con cerrojos del olvido…
Si está mudo su aldabón
juguetón,
yo ni sé por qué he venido…
En la maleza del jardín
y las ruinas del balcón
me lastiman con su esplín…
¡Si su mano ya no está!
Si en el sueño de mi empeño
más maleza crecerá…
Fue torpeza de mi amor,
celo amargo que cubría
la vida mía…
Maleza oscura
de mi locura,
como un veneno
lento, y lleno de dolor y rencor…
¡Maleza vana
del corazón!
Como la herrumbre de su persiana…
Como el musgo que creció…
¡Como el mal que su ventana cerró!…
Por hacerme daño así, yo partí…
sin saber de que la hería…
Sin pensar que con la ausencia, perdí
todo lo que más quería…
Ya está oscuro el callejón…
Ya está mustio su jardín.
Silencioso su aldabón…
Y hoy, que vuelvo a su portal,
mi tristeza es la maleza
de un recuerdo que hace mal…
Poesía de gotán: The Poetry of the Tango 
Moran!!!, yes, one of the greats,,, and counting!!!,so rich and the culture of the tango singers, it’s tells the story of what’s happens when someone neglect some love!, like if the chances of finding another will be easier!!!, what a big mistake!!. If you have somebody you love, must take care of it!!, if not!!, the garden will grow weeds!!, ( malezas), that’s the story of life!!, repeating itself!!!. Cheers Derrick. Remember everyone!!, tango is something that grows on you!, like life!!, always is with you!!.
Posted by miguel | 02.06.2016, 4:55 PMThank you for your kind words Miguel! I’ve only recently begun to appreciate Morán…
Posted by Derrick Del Pilar | 02.18.2016, 6:11 PMJa!!, you started just now! to appreciate Moran!, I born in Buenos Aires ,I’ve collections of tango songs, movies, tangos stories, in fact I had a video shop, all about tango!. And even myself, sometimes I discover some tango singers, that I knew!, but for some strange reason seems like I find something new about the lyrics, the singer, or anything else. You are not alone!!. Keep finding!!.
Posted by miguel | 02.18.2016, 8:59 PMCreo que uno sólo empieza a apreciar ciertas cosas con la edad. Yo estoy por cumplir treinta años, así que espero seguir descubriendo (o redescubriendo) tangos que me agradan en los años que vienen, como decís. Un abrazo!
Posted by Derrick Del Pilar | 02.20.2016, 9:15 AM