Cantor de Mi Barrio
Yo soy el cantor de mi barrio
Que vino hasta el centro buscando olvidar
Con una guitarra templada
Y unos tangos viejos que aprendí al pasar
Mi nombre no tiene importancia
Cantor del barrio me suelen llamar
Y nadie conoce mi pena
Perdonen muchachos, les voy a contar
Yo que a la vida le di
El encanto de amar
Y perdiendo aprendí
Hoy, que la he visto pasar
Sollozo al recordar
Mi vieja herida
Nunca le negué mi amor
Fue perverso el querer
Por ser bueno la amé
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 mi barrio
Me piden que cante, no puedo cantar
Si tengo una pena tan honda
Perdonen muchachos, quisiera llorar
Singer of My Neighborhood
I am the singer of my neighborhood
Who came to the center looking to forget
With a tuned guitar
And some old tangos that I learned along the way
My name doesn't matter
Singer of the neighborhood they usually call me
And nobody knows my sorrow
Excuse me, boys, I'm going to tell you
I, who gave life
The charm of loving
And by losing, I learned
Today, having seen it pass by
I sob when I remember
My old wound
I never denied her my love
It was perverse to love
Because I was good, I loved her
And seeing her like that, as I saw her
Through those godforsaken streets
I wander without faith
I am a murmur of the neighborhood
Singing my sorrow as I cry along
A man who lives without life
Who has lost everything for knowing how to love
They call me a singer in my neighborhood
They ask me to sing, I can't sing
If I have such a deep sorrow
Excuse me, boys, I would like to cry