A Homero - Orquesta de Anibal Troilo, Roberto Goyeneche, Anibal Troilo

Fueron años de cercos y glicinas

De la vida en orsay, del tiempo loco

Tu frente triste de pensar la vida

Tiraba madrugadas por los ojos…

Y estaba el terraplén con todo el cielo

La esquina del zanjón, la casa azul

Todo se fue trepando su misterio

Por los repechos de tu barrio sur

Vamos, vení de nuevo a las doce

Vamos que está esperando Barquina

Vamos no ves que Pepe esta noche

No ves que el viejo esta noche

No va a faltar a la cita

Vamos total al fin nada es cierto

Y estás, hermano, despierto

Juntito a Discepolín…

Ya punteaba la muerte su milonga

Tu voz calló el adiós que nos dolía;

De tanto andar sobrándole a las cosas

Prendido en un final, falló la vida

Yo sé que no vendrás pero, aunque cursi

Te esperará lo mismo el paredón

Y el tres y dos de la parada inútil

Y el resto fraternal de nuestro amor

They were years of fences and wisteria

Of life in orsay, of crazy time

Your sad face from thinking about life

I shot early mornings through the eyes...

And there was the embankment with all the sky

The corner of the ditch, the blue house

Everything went climbing its mystery

On the slopes of your southern neighborhood

Come on, come again at twelve

Come on, what is Barquina waiting for?

Come on don't you see that Pepe tonight

Don't you see that old man tonight

He will not miss the appointment

Let's go total to the end nothing is true

And you are, brother, awake

Next to Discepolín…

Death was already dotting his milonga

Your voice silenced the goodbye that hurt us;

From so much going around things

Caught in an ending, life failed

I know you won't come but, although cheesy

The wall will wait for you

And the three and two of the useless stop

And the brotherly rest of our love