Osmar Maderna / Miguel Caló, 1942
Jamás retornarás, you’ll never come back focuses on a theme that reflects the tragedy of Buenos Aires immigrants – you guessed it, love. At the turn of the 19th and beginning of the 20th century, Buenos Aires was the centre of successive immigration waves mainly composed of men trying to make a fortune for the family they had left behind. This shaped the profile of the city by creating a massive gender imbalance.
The scarcity of women might be one of the factors that contributed to making Argentine tango so special, so much about love and about putting lady dancers first.
The story behind Jamás retornarás
“Jamás retornarás” is about love, but not any type of love… Jamás retornarás is perhaps tango at its best when it comes to lost love and lost hope – the story of a man who waits for his lover to come back, to no avail.
“Jamás retornarás” and “Qué te importa que te llore”, both recorded with the voice of Raúl Berón are two exquisite songs born from the collaboration between Miguel Caló and the pianist Osmar Maderna.
Caló, who throughout his career supported young unknown musicians, discovered and trained the singer Raúl Berón in the art and style of his orchestra. One can say that he had an eye (or an ear!) for unusual talent. Soon after recording of ‘Al Compás del corazón’, radio broadcasting officials who didn’t like Berón asked Caló to dismiss him, but the record was such a success that they later apologised and congratulated Caló for his flair.
This song has been translated in collaboration by Tanguito, Argentine Tango Academy in London and María Cecilia Perna, Spanish teacher and milonguera in Buenos Aires.
We hope you enjoy this translation. If you have any comments, don’t hesitate to drop either of us a line.
Cuando dijo adiós, quise llorar…
Luego sin su amor, quise gritar…
Todos los ensueños que albergó mi corazón
(toda mi ilusión),
cayeron a pedazos.
Pronto volveré, dijo al partir.
Loco la esperé… ¡Pobre de mí!
Y hoy, que tanto tiempo ha transcurrido sin volver,
siento que he perdido su querer.
Cuánto le imploré: vuelve, mi amor…
Algo me decía que jamás iba a volver,
que el anochecer
When she said goodbye, I wanted to cry…
Left without her love, I wanted to scream…
All the fantasies harboured in my heart
(all my illusion),
fell to pieces.
“I’ll soon be back”, she said when she left.
Mad I waited… Poor me!
And today, now that so much time has passed without her coming back,
I feel I’ve lost her love.
“You’ll never come back…”
How much did I beg her: come back, my love…