A Tango and Nothing More
lyrics by Carlos Waiss
music by Armando Lacava/Juan Pomati
One more tango, a sparrow from the old neighborhood,
arrives, grinding out its cruel disappointment.
The memories of my life are swirling around,
my grey life that no longer has a song.
Where could they be, those who were my companions,
my first love in a pale nightfall,
and that whistle from the corner that beckons
toward the warmth of that old café?
Who knows where I can find
everything I lost, crazed with ambition?
Of those bygone times
all that’s left is one more tango.
Just one more tango that brings
the failure of not being,
the fatigue of my wandering.
Life, when it rolled on, left only
a tango and nothing more.
One more tango, a sparrow from the old neighborhood
trembles in the painful shadow of the past.
One more tango, and the toylike moon
tells lies again in the sad nightfall.
I burned my youth on the traveling cross
in the chimera of moving, always moving.
My anxieties search for the warmth of spring
and there is only a tango and nothing more.
Orquesta Carlos Di Sarli, singer Jorge Durán (1945)
Orquesta Alfredo De Angelis, singer Julio Martel (1945)
Ariel Ardit (2013)
(Spanish original after the jump)
Un tango y nada más (1945)
letra de Carlos Waiss
música de Armando Lacava/Juan Pomati
Un tango más, un gorrión de barrio viejo,
llega moliendo su cruel desilusión.
Rodando van los recuerdos de mi vida,
mi vida gris que no tiene ya canción.
Dónde estarán los que fueron compañeros,
mi amor primero de un claro anochecer,
y ese silbido llamando de la esquina
hacia el calor de aquel viejo café.
Quién sabe dónde está
lo que perdí, loco de afán.
Del tiempo que pasó
sólo quedó un tango más.
Tan sólo un tango más que trae
fracaso de no ser,
cansancio de mi andar.
La vida que al rodar, sólo dejó,
un tango y nada más.
Un tango más, un gorrión de barrio viejo
tiembla en la sombra doliente del ayer.
Un tango más, y el juguete de la luna
vuelve a mentir en el triste anochecer.
Mi juventud la quemé en la cruz viajera
en la quimera de andar, siempre de andar.
Buscan mis ansias calor de primavera
y sólo hay un tango y nada más.
Poesía de gotán: The Poetry of the Tango 
Thanks for your translation efforts and making lyrics available. I am learning some songs from your site. I made a translation of Remembranzas, with some adaptation to bring in rhymes. So it is not a literal translation, but there is a saying that a beautiful translation, like a beautiful woman, is less likely to be faithful.
Remember When
When you’re not near to me How long the weeks drag on Only superhuman strength Gives me courage to hang on.
The light of my hope has been extinguished Like a drowning man shipwrecked I feel lost, my life is finished But this fate I can’t accept
Thinking back, how sad After so much love The happiness we had A flower of illusion Left nothing but confusion
Forgive me my disdain Come back, my sweet one, To our love, And our desire Will blossom again Like the flower we once dreamed of
Cordially, John Lejderman
Posted by srajano | 05.24.2022, 6:51 AM