Corrientes y Esmeralda

The handsome men calmed down by your corners
When a tough guy put them in their place
And the tough guys gave you a shine
Back in the year nineteen hundred and two

Buenos Aires corner, your rough swagger
Becomes a mix of sugarcane, gin fitz
English stroll and gambling, baccarat and lottery
Grappa taverns and crazy women

The odeon sends the royal academy
Bouncing in tangos at the old pigall
And the sorrowful anemia risks it all
Waiting for the tram to its suburb

From Esmeralda to the north, on the side of Retiro
Posh dolls fall into prayer
To catch a ride, if it comes up
Dodging the lens shot by the button

One day on your corner, that little milonga
Creole papirusa that Linnig mentioned
Carrying a bundle of plebeian clothes
The tragic man maybe found

Carlos de la Púa praises you in poems
And Pascual Contursi was your faithful friend
On your rough corner, any parrot
Dreams of Carlos Gardel's appearance

Buenos Aires corner, this tango singer
Offers you his deepest and warmest affection
When life is tied, zero to zero
I promise you the most swaggering and tough verse
To create the tango that will make you immortal