Tango Lyrics in Spanish and English



ADIOS ARRABAL

Farewell, suburbs

Pedro Lauga
with Orquesta Julio De Caro

Angel Vargas
with Orquesta Angel D'Agostino
Music by: Juan Bauer (Firpito)
Lyrics by: Carlos Cesar Lienzi
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.


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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