The davit
Tango 1934
Music: Sebastián Piana
Lyrics: Homero Manzi
Dark yoke trotting in the night.
Whiplash of mocking boast.
Compadreando of gray on the car
through the stones of Constitución.
In the left hand tied the rein,
he tamed the red-haired redbreast.
And, like him, a hundred garments were tamed
under the restraint of his pretension.
Come on!...
loaded with shadow and memory.
Let's go!...
through the past.
Come on!...
to the sound of your slow stride
Let's go!...
on the road to forgotten time.
Let's go through old routines,
maybe from a corner
René will call us.
Let's go that in his adventures
I lived a madness
of love and Suisse.
Tungo flaco tranqueando in the afternoon
breathless to the tired chirlazo.
Failed in his last boast
under the sun of Callao Street.
The brim of the hat unpainted
the old song no longer whistles,
for there is neither love nor travelers left
for the carriage of his heart.
SOURCE: Todo Tango