Invierno (English)

Winter. Loneliness.

I'm quite uncomfortable with writing metered or rhymed poetry in English - my vowels and diphthongs are just  a far cry from what you'd expect from the sound of English speech. But once in a blue moon, I try. Tonight may be one such night, the night of a first, still tentative winter storm, when one goes to bed with a wish to see everything white in the morning. Time to think winter tango.

"Invierno" - "Winter". Music by Horacio Pettorossi, a guitarist and a prolific composer who spent many years touring Europe, just like Francisco Canaro, just like Roberto Maida. Lyrics by the great Enrique Cadicamo, author of countless super-hits of the Golden Era. (A Russian translation has just been posted, too)

Invierno Musica: Horacio Pettorossi Letras: Enrique Cadícamo Volvió el invierno con su blanco ajuar, ya la escarcha comenzó a brillar en mi vida sin amor. Profundo padecer que me hace comprender que hallarse solo es un horror. Y al ver cómo soplan en mi corazón, vientos fríos de desolación quiero llorar. Porque mi alma lleva brumas de un invierno, que hoy no puedo disipar…

Winter Translated in 2012 Again Winter came, enveloped in white veil, Shining ice has covered the way Of my life without love It hurts me deep inside And makes me understand: To be alone Is so sad And when Blow, as if coming from my heart Chilly winds of winter solitude, I want to weep For my soul carries Winter mists forever… Cannot chase the mist away!