Cantor de Mi Barrio - Orquesta de Anibal Troilo, Anibal Troilo, Roberto Goyeneche

Yo soy el cantor de mi barrio

que vino hasta el centro buscando olvidar

por una guitarra templada y unos tangos viejos

que aprendi al pasar

mi nombre no tiene importancia

cantor del barrio me suelen llamar

si tengo una pena tan honda

perdonen muchachos les voy a contar

yo que a la vida le di el encanto de amar

y perdiendo aprendi hoy que la he visto pasar

solloza al recordar mi vieja herida

que nunca le negue mi amor

fue perverso el querer

por ser bueno la ame y al verla así como la vi por esas calle de Dios yo voy vagando sin fe yo soy un murmullo de barrio

que canta su pena llorando al pasar

un hombre que vive sin vida

que ha perdido todo por saber amar

me dicen cantor en el barrio

me piden que cante, no puedo cantar

si tengo una pena tan honda

perdonen muchachos quisiera llorar

yo que a la vida le di el encanto de amar

y perdiendo aprendi hoy que la he visto pasada

solloza al recordar mi vieja herida

que nunca le negue mi amor

fue perverso el querer

por ser bueno la ame y al verla así como la vi por esas calle de Dios yo voy vagando sin fé.

I am the singer of my neighborhood

who came to the center looking to forget

for a warm guitar and some old tangos

what I learned by passing

my name doesn't matter

neighborhood singer they usually call me

if I have such a deep sorrow

Excuse me guys, I'm going to tell you

I who gave life the charm of loving

and losing I learned today that I have seen it happen

sobs when remembering my old wound

that I never deny my love

it was perverse to want

for being good I loved her and when I saw her just like I saw her on those streets of God I am wandering without faith I am a neighborhood murmur

who sings his sorrow of her crying as he passes

a man who lives without life

who has lost everything to know how to love

they call me a singer in the neighborhood

they ask me to sing, I can't sing

if I have such a deep sorrow

Excuse me guys I want to cry

I who gave life the charm of loving

and losing I learned today that I've seen it last

sobs when remembering my old wound

that I never deny my love

it was perverse to want

For being good, I loved her and when I saw her just like I saw her on those streets of God, I am wandering without faith.