Romance de Barrio... one of my favorite valses

Source for lyrics: http://tangodc.com/lyrics/romancedebarrio.htm
Romance de barrio (Neighborhood romance)

Music: Aníbal Carmelo Troilo
Lyrics: Homero Manzi
Rec. by Anibal Troilo
with Floreal Ruiz (Tr. Jake Spatz)
Recited 25 Jan. 06, Divino Lounge

Primero la cita lejana de Abril,
tu oscuro balcon, tu antiguo jardin;
mas tarde las cartas de pulso febril
mintiendo que no, jurando que si.
Romance de barrio, tu amor y mi amor,
primero un querer, después un dolor
por culpas que nunca tuvimos
por culpas que debimos sufrir los dos.

First the far-off April rendezvous,
your old-time garden, your balcony in darkness;
then the letters of fevered pulse,
lying no, and testifying yes.
Neighborhood romance, your love and my love,
first a desire, later a heartache
over faults we were never guilty of,
over faults that both of us had to suffer for.

Hoy viviras despreciandome, tal vez sin soñar
que lamento al no poderte tener,
el dolor de no saber olvidar...
hoy estaras como nunca lejos mio,
lejos de tanto llorar—
fue porque si, que el despecho te cego como a mi
sin mirar que en el rencor del adios
castigabas con crueldad tu corazón;
fue porque si, que de pronto no supimos pensar
que es más facil renegar y partir
que vivir sin olvidar...

You despise me today, perhaps without dreaming
that I weep at not being able to keep you,
the grief of not knowing how to forget...
You're over me today like never before,
you're over all the weeping—
and all because spite blinded you the same as me,
without showing you that the grudge of your goodbye
punished your heart with its cruelty—
and all because it was suddenly beyond us to imagine
that it's easier to swear and walk away
than to live without forgetting...

Ceniza del tiempo la cita de Abril,
tu oscuro balcon, tu antiguo jardin,
las cartas trazadas con mano febril,
mintiendo que no, jurando que si.
Retornan vencidas tu voz y mi voz
trayendo al volver con tonos de horror
las culpas que nunca tuvimos,
las culpas que debimos pagar los dos.

Ashes of time, that April rendezvous,
your old-time garden, your balcony in darkness,
the letters drawn out with fevered hand,
lying no, and testifying yes.
In defeat they return, your voice and my voice,
carrying back to us in pitches of horror
the faults we were never guilty of,
the faults that both of us had to suffer for.