Tango Lyrics in Spanish and
English
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ADIOS ARRABAL
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Farewell, suburbs
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Music by: Juan Bauer (Firpito) |
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Lyrics by: Carlos Cesar Lienzi |
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Translated by: Alberto Paz | |||
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Last update on: 2/24/08 | |||
Arrabal as a physical
location does not exist. The word "arrabal" is a poetic representation
of the areas on the fringe of the city. In the specific case of Buenos
Aires, these were the suburbs, the outer edge of the city. |
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Version en castellano | English translation | ||
Mañanita arrabalera
Sin taitas por las veredas Ni minas en el balcón Tus faroles apagados Y los machos retobados En tu viejo callejón Yo te canto envenenao Engrupido y amargao Hoy me separo de vos Adiós arrabal porteño Yo fui tu esclavo y tu dueño Y te doy mi último adiós. Madrecita yo fui un reo Y en tus brazos hoy me veo Lleno de felicidad Dime mi buena viejita Dónde esta mi noviecita Que no la puedo olvidar Hoy ya vuelvo arrepentido Hecho más hombre y más bueno A la vida del hogar Perdoname que tu hijo Tiene un pensamiento fijo Y nadie lo hará cambiar Recitado El baile "Rodríguez Peña" El Mocho y el Cachafaz De la milonga porteña Que nunca más volverá Carnavales de mi vida Broncas, tiros y al final Los "spiantes" de las minas En aquel viejo arrabal |
Little morning of the suburbs
With no brave and bold men on the sidewalks Or young girls on the balcony Your streetlights turned off And the angry macho men In your old back alley I sing to you pessimistic Conceited and bitter Today I separate from you Good-bye suburb of Buenos Aires I was your slave and your master And I bid you my final farewell Mommy I was a deadbeat And in your arms I see myself today full of happiness Tell me my little old lady Where is my little sweetheart The one I can't forget Today I return repentant More of a man, and a better one To the home life Forgive me that your son Has a fixed thought And nobody will make him change. These verses are recited The dance hall "Rodriguez Peña" Mocho and Cachafaz Of the milonga of Buenos Aires That will never return Carnivals of my life Brave nights and at the end Being stood up by the women In that old Buenos Aires suburb. |
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