Mi Noche Triste (My sad night)
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Title
Mi Noche Triste (My sad night)
Subject
Tango music
Description
This was the first tango recorded to have lyrics accompanying it, as well as the first song by Carlos Gardel. This changed the perception of tango, as the tango now became associated with tragic love and sadness, thus becoming more sentimental.
Creator
Music composed by Samuel Castriota and lyrics by Pascual Contursi.
Source
Nacional-Odeon
Publisher
Nacional-Odeon
Date
1917
Contributor
Carlos Gardel - singer
Rights
The rights were held for 70 years since interpretation, and publication.
Relation
-
Format
.ogg file
Language
Spanish
Type
Entertainment
Identifier
Not Applicable
Coverage
Related to the history of tango dance
Sound Item Type Metadata
Original Format
Sound file
Duration
3 minutes 6 seconds
Bit Rate/Frequency
110 kbps
Transcription
Spanish lyrics:
Percanta que me amuraste
en lo mejor de mi vida
dejandome el alma herida
y splin en el corazon,
sabiendo que te queria,
que vos eras mi alegria
y mi sueño abrasador...
Para mi ya no hay consuelo
y por eso me encurdelo
pa' olvidarme de tu amor.
Cuando voy a mi cotorro
lo veo desarreglado,
todo triste, abandonado,
me dan ganas de llorar,
y me paso largo rato
campaneando tu retrato
pa' poderme consolar.
Ya no hay en el bulin
aquellos lindos frasquitos
adornados con moñitos
todos de un mismo color,
y el espejo esta empañado,
si parece que ha llorado
por la ausencia de tu amor.
De noche cuando me acuesto
no puedo cerrar la puerta
porque dejandola abierta
me hago ilusion que volves.
Siempre traigo bizcochitos
pa' tomar con matecito
como cuando estabas vos...
Y si vieras la catrera
como se pone cabrera
cuando no nos ve a los dos.
La guitarra en el ropero
todavia esta colgada;
nadie en ella canta nada
ni hace sus cuerdas vibrar...
Y la lampara del cuarto
tambien tu ausencia ha sentido
porque su luz no ha querido
mi noche triste alumbrar.
English translation:
The moment I did surrender
my heart to you, I remember
with love and kisses so tender,
you promised you never lied,
knowing that my heart was lonely
and your promises were only,
an excuse to get my love...
and since then my life is broken
and I find myself just walking
never knowing where to go.
In the room where we were lovers,
on the floor pillows and covers,
sweet "momentos" of our passion,
memories which make me cry.
On the table there's your picture
that reminds me of our future
which has now become a lie...
I don’t see over your dresser
that feminine touch of beauty,
perfume bottles tied with ribbons,
only a woman can display
and the mirror... faithful witness,
of your beauty and my sickness
is missing you night and day.
Half awake I hear your footsteps,
I always leave my door open
assuming your heart is broken
and you'll come back to my side...
I keep buying from the corner
every cake you used to order,
pie and "mate" to enjoy...
I can feel our bed complaining
it misses you every morning
'cause she used to watch our joy.
I remember in the evenings
all the poems and your singing.
The guitar now's in the closet,
no one else will sing or play...
even the light on the ceiling
seems to be losing its power,
every moment... every hour...
it's a torture... I must say...
Percanta que me amuraste
en lo mejor de mi vida
dejandome el alma herida
y splin en el corazon,
sabiendo que te queria,
que vos eras mi alegria
y mi sueño abrasador...
Para mi ya no hay consuelo
y por eso me encurdelo
pa' olvidarme de tu amor.
Cuando voy a mi cotorro
lo veo desarreglado,
todo triste, abandonado,
me dan ganas de llorar,
y me paso largo rato
campaneando tu retrato
pa' poderme consolar.
Ya no hay en el bulin
aquellos lindos frasquitos
adornados con moñitos
todos de un mismo color,
y el espejo esta empañado,
si parece que ha llorado
por la ausencia de tu amor.
De noche cuando me acuesto
no puedo cerrar la puerta
porque dejandola abierta
me hago ilusion que volves.
Siempre traigo bizcochitos
pa' tomar con matecito
como cuando estabas vos...
Y si vieras la catrera
como se pone cabrera
cuando no nos ve a los dos.
La guitarra en el ropero
todavia esta colgada;
nadie en ella canta nada
ni hace sus cuerdas vibrar...
Y la lampara del cuarto
tambien tu ausencia ha sentido
porque su luz no ha querido
mi noche triste alumbrar.
English translation:
The moment I did surrender
my heart to you, I remember
with love and kisses so tender,
you promised you never lied,
knowing that my heart was lonely
and your promises were only,
an excuse to get my love...
and since then my life is broken
and I find myself just walking
never knowing where to go.
In the room where we were lovers,
on the floor pillows and covers,
sweet "momentos" of our passion,
memories which make me cry.
On the table there's your picture
that reminds me of our future
which has now become a lie...
I don’t see over your dresser
that feminine touch of beauty,
perfume bottles tied with ribbons,
only a woman can display
and the mirror... faithful witness,
of your beauty and my sickness
is missing you night and day.
Half awake I hear your footsteps,
I always leave my door open
assuming your heart is broken
and you'll come back to my side...
I keep buying from the corner
every cake you used to order,
pie and "mate" to enjoy...
I can feel our bed complaining
it misses you every morning
'cause she used to watch our joy.
I remember in the evenings
all the poems and your singing.
The guitar now's in the closet,
no one else will sing or play...
even the light on the ceiling
seems to be losing its power,
every moment... every hour...
it's a torture... I must say...
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Citation
Music composed by Samuel Castriota and lyrics by Pascual Contursi., “Mi Noche Triste (My sad night),” The History of Tango Dance, accessed May 6, 2024, https://tangodance.omeka.net/items/show/9.