384  Claudinette

Date: Tue, 8 Jan 2002 21:27:24 -0800
From: Sergio <cachafaz@ADELPHIA.NET>
Subject: Claudinette

Astrid requested the Lyrics of the tango Claudinette which I translated for
her and the list.

CLAUDINETTE

Lyrics: Julian Centella
Music: Enrique Delfino
Composed in1940

Lyrics written by Julian Centella, requested by the musician Enrique Delfino
who composed the music for the verses.
Mercedes Simone sang it in 1942

Translation

Absence of your hands in my hands,
distance from your voice that is no longer present
My good Claudinette, a fruitless dream,
now lost for me, where may you be?
The street provided an unexpected encounter,
and it was the street that took you away...
Your febrile, black, big eyes,
covered with shadows my poor heart.

Paris, midnight
in that Cafe-Concert
as if surrounded by a fog
and a gray, thin rain
I saw you disappear.

You left me with the pain
of knowing that I had lost you,
my good, sweet young kid
who gave me the sentence of eternal unhappiness.
My dream is a failure that names you
and awaits your presence, sweet heart,
following the path of an encounter in the shadows
in a country made of moon and street lights.

My little Claudinette, whom I love so much
with a blue blouse and a happy song
definitely lost now,
denied to me by the street... the Paris street...

Original Castillian Version

Ausencia de tus manos en mis manos,
distancia de tu voz que ya no esta...
Mi buena Claudinette de un suen~o vano,
perdida ya de mi, donde andaras?

La calle dio el encuentro insospwchado,
la calle fue despues quien te llevo...
Tus grandes ojos negros, afiebrados,
llenaron de tinieblas mi pobre corazon.

Medianoche parisina
en aquel cafe concert
como envuelta en la neblina
de una lluvia gris y fina
te vi desaparecer.

Me dejaste con la pena
de saber que te perdi,
mocosita dulce y buena
que me diste la condena
de no ser jamas feliz.
Mi suen~o es un fracaso que te nombra
y espera tu presencia, corazon,
por el camino de una cita en sombra
en un pais de luna y de farol.

Mi Claudinette pequen~a y tan querida
de blusa azul y cancion feliz,
definitivamente ya perdida,
me la nego la calle, la calle de Paris.