Tango Argentino
Carlos Gardel
Argentinian Tango
He's a mischievous, sad and canyengue son
He was born in the misery of the old suburb
His first friend was a taita from Lengue
His first girl wore percale
He was baptized in a cut
And his godfather was a thief taita
He won the affection of the young crowd
Who in a ravine gave him their heart
Argentinian Tango!
You are the anthem of the suburb
And in revelries or disturbances
You always knew how to carve
And in the courtyards
Lit by kerosene
The taitas have proclaimed you
The soul of the suburb
From your good times still palpitate
El choclo, Pelele, El taita, El cabure
La morocha, El catre and La cumparsita
That Entrerriano and the English Saturday
What do those jailbirds from the Center want
Who have disguised you and made you a dandy
You will always be a stranger in the aristocracy
Instead, you are a son here in your suburb
Argentinian Tango!
The one with bold cuts
Grumbles of bandoneons
And violin sobs
Argentinian Tango!
Admired everywhere
That as a good one you triumphed
In Europe as well as here
