Tal vez será su voz
Homero Manzi
Maybe It Will Be Her Voice
The piano plays, the light is too much,
it suddenly becomes night and unintentionally
the shadows gather
evoking Griseta, Malena, Maria Ester.
The shadows that tango brought tonight
force me to remember her too.
Let's dance because it hurts to be dreaming
of the shine of her satin dress.
Who mourns in the violin?
What sentimental voice
tired of suffering
has started sobbing like this?
Maybe it's the rumor
of the one who once
suddenly fell asleep.
Maybe it will be her voice, maybe!
Her voice cannot be,
her voice has already faded,
it will have to be just
my own heart!
She was sad, she was pale and distant,
black hair, eyes green-gray.
And her lips in the morning sun
were also a sad crimson flower.
One day she didn't come, I kept waiting.
And then they told me her end.
That's why with the shadows of the tangos
I vainly remember her more and more!
