Roberto Goyeneche — Griseta song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Griseta" by Roberto Goyeneche.
Lyrics
Mezcla rara de Museta y de Mimí
con caricias de Rodolfo y de Schaunard,
era la flor de París,
que un sueño de novela,
trajo al arrabal.
Y en el loco divagar del cabaret
el arrullo de algún tango compadrón
alentaba una ilusión,
soñaba con Des Grieux
queria ser Manón.
Francesita
que trajiste pizpireta
sentimental y coqueta
la poesía de Quartier…
Quién diría
que tu poema de Griseta
sólo una estrofa tendría
la silenciosa agonía
de Margarita Gauthier.
Mas la fria sordidez del arrabal
agostando la pureza de su fe,
sin hallar a su Duval
secó su corazón lo mismo que un Muguet.
Y una noche de champán y de cocó
al arrullo funeral de un bandoneón,
pobrecita se durmió,
lo mismo que Mimí,
lo mismo que Manón.
Lyrics translation
Rare blend of Museta and Mimi
with caresses of Rodolfo and Schaunard,
it was the flower of Paris,
that a dream novel,
he brought the town.
And in the crazy rambling of the cabaret
the lullaby of some tango compadron
it encouraged an illusion,
I dreamed of Grieux
I wanted to be nice.
French
that you brought pizpireta
sentimental and flirtatious
the poetry of Quartier…
Who would say
that your poem of Griseta
only a stanza would have
the silent agony
by Margarita Gauthier.
But the cold deafness of the suburbs
agostando the purity of his faith,
without finding his Duval
he dried his heart just like a lily of the valley.
And a night of champagne and poop
at the funeral lullaby of a bandoneon,
poor thing fell asleep,
the same as Mimi,
same as Manon.