Singer: Carlos DI SARLIComposer: Cátulo CastilloAuthor: José González Castillo
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Lyrics
Al paso tardo de un pobre viejo puebla de notas el arrabal, con un concierto de vidrios rotos, el organito crepuscular. Dándole vueltas a la manija un hombre rengo marcha detrás mientras la dura pata de palo marca del tango el compás. En las notas de esa musiquita hay no sé qué de vaga sensación que el barrio parece impregnarse todo de emoción. Y es porque son tantos los recuerdos que a su paso despertando va que llena las almas con un gran deseo de llorar. Y al triste son de esa su canción sigue el organito lerdo como sembrando a su paso más pesar en el recuerdo, más calor en el ocaso. Y allá se va de su tango al son como buscando la noche que apagará su canción. Cuentan las viejas que todo saben y que el pianito junta a charlar que aquel viejito tuvo una hija que era la gloria del arrabal. Cuentan que el rengo era su novio y que en el corte no tuvo igual... Supo con ella, y en las milongas, con aquel tango reinar. Pero vino un día un forastero, bailarín, buen mozo y peleador que en una milonga compañera y pierna le quitó. Desde entonces es que padre y novio van buscando por el arrabal la ingrata muchacha al compás de aquel tango fatal.
English translation
At the slow pace of a poor old man populates the suburb with notes, with a concert of broken glass, the twilight organ. Turning the handle a lame man marches behind while the hard wooden leg marks the tango beat. In the notes of that little music there is some vague sensation that the neighborhood seems to be impregnated with emotion. And it is because there are so many memories that in its wake it awakens that fills the souls with a great desire to cry. And to the sad sound of that song of hers follows the little slow organ as if sowing in its wake more sorrow in the memory, more warmth in the sunset. And there it goes of its tango to the sound as if searching for the night that will extinguish his song. The old women tell that they know everything and that the little piano brings them together to chat that that old man had a daughter who was the glory of the suburb. They say that the lame man was her boyfriend and that in the court she had no equal... He knew with her, and in the milongas, with that tango to reign. But one day a stranger came, dancer, handsome and a fighter who in a milonga and leg he took away his partner and his leg. Since then, father and boyfriend have been looking for the ungrateful girl the ungrateful girl to the beat of that fatal tango.
























