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Lo han visto con otra

Singer: BACHICHASinger 2: Teresa AsprellaComposer: Horacio PettorossiAuthor: Horacio Pettorossi

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Lyrics
Lo he visto con otra, te han dicho esta tarde;
lo han visto con otra, ¡con una mujer!
Que no lo querías, hacías alarde,
y hoy confesabas tu hondo querer.
Ya ves, vecinita, lo ingrata que has sido,
ayer te burlabas de su pobre amor,
pero hoy una amiga te ha dicho al oído:
Lo he visto con otra, y llorás de dolor.

Tango, tango,
vos que fuiste el amigo
confidente de su amor.
Tango, tango
hoy precisa de tu ayuda
para calmar su dolor.
Tango, tango,
vos que estás en todas partes,
esta noche es la ocasión,
de que llegue hasta su reja
el eco de una queja
de un triste bandoneón.

¡Yo tengo una pena que llevo en el alma
por una perversa que no sé olvidar!,
sus ojos muy negros robaron mi calma
y sufro en silencio. ¡Yo no sé llorar!...
Ya ves, yo no tengo tampoco alegría,
por eso me apena de verte sufrir.
¡También en mis noches, tan tristes y frías,
las horas son largas!... No puedo dormir.
English translation
I've seen him with someone else, they told you this afternoon;
they have seen him with another, with a woman!
That you didn't love him, you boasted,
and today you confessed your deep love.
You see, little neighbor, how ungrateful you have been,
Yesterday you mocked his poor love,
but today a friend has told you in your ear:
I have seen him with another, and you weep with grief.

Tango, tango,
you who were the friend
confidant of his love.
Tango, tango
today she needs your help
to calm her pain.
Tango, tango,
you who are everywhere,
tonight is the occasion
for the echo of a complaint
the echo of a complaint
of a sad bandoneon.

I have a sorrow that I carry in my soul
for a wicked woman I can't forget!
her very black eyes stole my calm
and I suffer in silence. I don't know how to cry!...
You see, I have no joy either,
that's why it grieves me to see you suffer.
Also in my nights, so sad and cold,
the hours are long!... I can't sleep.

The Cabeceo