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Orange blossom: the most sung tango

The joint creation of two brothers, Naranjo en flor is one of the most emblematic themes of our tango. We
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Naranjo en flor: el tango más cantado
| 12 December, 2019 |
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joint creation of two brothers, Naranjo en flor is one of the most emblematic themes of our tango. The lyrics were performed by Homer Expósito and the music by his brother Virgil . The performances he had were many, but undoubtedly the most famous was that of the great Roberto Goyeneche.

In 1944, the Expósito brothers composed the song. That same year, it was premiered by Aníbal Troilo with Floreal Ruiz. The work was not easy: the versification and the images of Naranjo in bloom were not the usual ones in tango, so it was difficult for them to find the right tone. During the same year, it was also recorded by Pedro Laurenz’s orchestra with the voice of Jorge Linares and by Enrique Rodríguez with the singer Armando Moreno.

Over the decades, the theme was taken up by several artists of the most diverse genres: Juan Carlos Baglietto, Bajofondo, Claudio Bergé, Andrés Calamaro, Cacho Castaña, Dyango, Guillermo Fernández, María Garay, María Graña, Jairo, Aníbal Jaule, Rubén Juárez, Patricia Lasala, Raúl Lavié, You Will Not Like, Reynaldo Martín, Leo Masliah, Gustavo Nocetti, Alberto Podesta, Graciela Susana, Nelly Vázquez and Susana Rinaldi, among others.

What makes Naranjo in bloom so special?

It is a tango, of course, and one of the most characteristic. However, it does not return to the typical places of the genre. His handwriting doesn’t talk about the neighborhood, the corner, the little buddies. It talks about water, the grove, the flower, the river. It preserves, however, the melancholy so characteristic of this music:

It was softer than water

than soft water

It was cooler than the river,

orange blossom.

And in that quiet street,

lost street,

he left a piece of life

and left.

First you have to know how to suffer,

then love, then leave

and finally walk without thought.

Perfume of orange blossom,

vain promises of a love

that escaped in the wind.

Then what matters after

all my life is yesterday

that stops me in the past

Eternal and old youth

that has left me cowardly

like a bird without light.

What did my hands

do to him,

to leave me in my chest

so much pain.

Old grove pain,

corner song,

with a piece of life,

orange blossom.

Homer Exposito/Virgil Exposito
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