“Pobre flor (Primera ilusión)” by Alfredo De Angelis y su Orquesta Típica with Carlos Dante and Julio Martel in vocals, 1946 (English translation).
Music: Luis Mottolese. Lyrics: Víctor Spindola.
The flower of my illusion the cold killed her from a cruel winter of ingratitude and pain. Poor flower!
Today is grave and peace of my lust for passion, because it doesn’t come back anymore what I loved in a frenzy. Oh, what the kisses have done that with rapture, you gave me …
Oblivion covered everything with her sad cloak for more to come back. Being my first illusion lonely grave of my last love. Vain oaths from a burning mouth with venom and curse; but the recorded memory like an eternal shroud, about my soul, sad covered her, and that’s why in the dark I am meditating, wandering randomly with your name written like a sentence of not being able to forget the heart that loved you.
Because you saw the distance between my faith and your ambition, you killed my illusion with the sharp dagger of fickleness. Maybe remorse make your eyes cry because I gave you my love and my faith, for a nest to form.
“Misa de once” by Alfredo De Angelis y su Orquesta Típica with Julio Martel in vocals, 1949.
Lyricist, composer and singer (9 June 1906 – 12 July 1962)
He had the need and the habit of composing.
He himself says: “I take the themes of my songs from life itself, from what I see passing before my eyes, from every impression I pick up when passing by, adding to it my own emotion, when committing it to paper. Every place is suitable to take notes, that later become verses… I prefer the sentimental genre and especially in tango, that is per se nostalgic, it is more attuned with the temper of our people. I would dare to say that we, the Argentines are a little romantic…”