Adiós Chantecler (part. Jorge Valdez)

You reduced to rubble
By the cold pickaxe
And passing by at night
Looking at your ruins

This milonguero feels like a poet
And puts a mute on a very sad tango

Among those red
Velvet curtains
Of your high boxes
That are no longer there
Madam ritana always appeared
Covered in jewels
Drinking champagne

Among laughter, joy, and jokes
Penatan Renée was always there
And seeing her so beautiful and sad
Under kisses that made me fall in love
Today neither she is in the room
Nor do I enter the cabaret

Your desires collapsed
Boisterous and cordial Chantecler

In the wild nights
Even the tango was a ritual
And the room watched over
With nervous rhythm
Because at that time
Juancito was there
Finding in his orchestra
His famous style

There is nothing left
And that does not exist
Neither your dancers nor your variety
Cuban prince
I see you very sad
Passing silently
In front of Chantecler