Quejas del alma English translation

Carlos Gardel

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Mother, I left you for her
Without a complaint you let me go
Everything was disenchantment, everything was sad and vain
And I found in his false arms the logs of my cross

Mother, take me to your chest
Repentant, I search your heart
In this dark night of my tormented soul
A little tenderness to drown my pain

That was a moment of blind madness
At her side I saw my passion bloom in roses
And I dreamed between her kisses a world of tenderness
In the happy afternoons set on fire by the sun

Home seems to me full of poetry
Even your voice, old lady, I feel another voice
Put your merciful hands on my gloomy brow
And tell me a story of hope and love

And she told me sighing
All tenderness and all heart
With his low and sweet voice: "come closer, my son"
And as in that time, good time that passed

When on cold nights
Sitting on my lap in the warmth of home
I told you the story of the prince with wings
Who stole the princess and flew over the sea

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