Carlos Gardel Miscellaneous >In the drama of his immigration.
And in the dirty cantina that sings
The nostalgia of the old country
He tunes out his hoarse throat
Already tanned with Carlon wine.
AND...! La Violeta, la va, la va, la va...
La va sul campo che lei si sognaba
Ch'era su gigin, que guardandola staba...
He too Search for your dreamed good
Since that day, so far away,
May it come out with its load of hope.
Like the Violeta that goes...it goes...
Canzoneta of distant payment
That idealizes the dirty tavern
And that shines in the eyes of the tano
With the pearl of some tear.
He learned it when he came with others
Locked in the belly of a ship,
And it is with her, putting batuque,
That he consoles his disappointment.

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