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Singer: Anibal TROILOComposer: Manuel BuzónAuthor: Enrique Cadícamo

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Lyrics
(recitado)
Templó la viola del payador del barrio,
y ante la rueda de aquel bodegón,
viejos recuerdos fue desenrollando
y esta milonga cantó.

Te pusimos por varón y por guapear
el Mano Brava
y hoy ese apodo
te vengo a reclamar...
Porque nunca más ha vuelto al barrio aquel,
che Mano Brava...
Soy tu 'padrino' que te viene a hablar...
Soy el ayer...

La marca ‘e fuego te ha quedao del barrio
y, aunque no quieras, siempre escucharás
la voz lejana de los comisarios
que te preguntan ¿Por dónde has andao?
Sé que has bancao por Francia y Nueva York
con naipes bien peinaos,
sé que tenés pa’l poker por demás,
los dedos afilaos...

(recitado)
Quién más, quién menos, todos cabizbajos
permanecieron por la evocación,
y continuando la Canción del Bajo
se oyó de nuevo al cantor:

Aquí está esperándote tu bodegón
pa´ echarte en cara
con cuentas claras
tu ingrato proceder...
Qué esperás pa’ regresar y pa’ abrazar,
che Mano Brava,
la muchachada que te supo dar
nombre y cartel...
English translation
(recited)
The viola of the payador of the neighborhood was tempered,
and before the wheel of that still life,
old memories were unrolling
and sang this milonga.

We put you for a man and for guapear
the Mano Brava
and today that nickname
I come to claim you...
Because he has never returned to that neighborhood,
che Mano Brava...
I am your 'godfather' who comes to talk to you...
I am yesterday...

The brand 'e fire you have left from the neighborhood
and, even if you don't want to, you will always hear
the distant voice of the commissars
that ask you where have you been?
I know that you've banked in France and New York
with well-combed cards,
I know you've got a poker hand to spare,
your fingers sharpened...

(recited)
Who more, who less, all crestfallen, all crestfallen
remained for the evocation,
and continuing the Song of the Bass
the singer was heard again:

Here's your still life waiting for you
to throw you in your face
with clear accounts
your ungrateful behavior...
What are you waiting for to come back and embrace?
che Mano Brava,
the crowd that knew how to give you
name and poster...

The Cabeceo