4792  Leon's Gieco's Wings of Tango Translation

Date: Thu, 1 Mar 2007 10:28:02 -0400
From: Duende de Tango <duendedetango@mac.com>
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Leon's Gieco's Wings of Tango Translation


Translation by Luiza Paes

Her fragile little figure lit the dance floor
Presence of wings of tango
Hallucinative and seductive
If Scola had seen her he would have taken her with him.
So pale in her black dress, flew with pleasure.

The time wasn't time in that place
A single rapture was to see the couple dance
Each turn in my mind was a story
Buenos Aires with its magic got stuck in my mind

Smells of the night would come through the window
Reigned the 2 x 4 (tango) on the disturbed
Carressed the dancer, looks at her beautiful back
And made her feet turn with the measure of the soul

Wings of tango filled with moon
And in a champagne toast, the room started getting darker.
The day that tango is danced on the streets of love,
face to face, eyes closed, heart to heart

Each turn in my heart from a story



Su fr?gil figurita iluminaba el sal?n
presencia de alas de tango alucinado y seductor
si Scola la hubiera visto se la llevaba con ?l
tan p?lida, en su vestido negro, volaba de placer

El tiempo no era tiempo en aquel lugar
un solo gozo era ver las parejas bailar
cada giro en mi cabeza fu? una historia
Buenos Aires con su magia se meti? en mi memoria

Aromas de la noche entraban por el ventanal
reinaba el dos por cuatro en las inquietas miradas
acariciaba el bailar?n su linda espalda
hac?a girar sus pies al comp?s del alma

Alas de tango llenaban de luna la penumbra
y en un brindis de champagne la sala fu? quedando a oscuras
el d?a que se baile tango en las calles del amor
cara a cara, ojos cerrados, coraz?n a coraz?n

Cada giro en mi cabeza fu? una historia
Buenos Aires con su magia se meti? en mi memoria.

Buenos Aires with its magic got stuck in my mind.

--
Costa rica

?2004, por Duende de Tango, viviendo en el para?so,
todos de los derechos reservados del mundo

Rich coast,
of flowers and dreams,
dancing nights,
and candle lights.
as the mist passes
into the night ...

I miss her breath
of life and ...