Song
Patio mío · Aníbal Troilo · 1953
1953: 1, 0; 1965: 1, 9
Aníbal Troilo recorded it in 1953 and 1965.
How we know
Takes in our catalogue by the same orchestra in different years; the canon’s first orchestra is named.
Patio mío · Aníbal Troilo · 1953 was sung by Jorge Casal.†
Credit
- Music
- Aníbal Troilo
- Lyrics
- Catulo Castillo
Source: TangoCloud catalogue
Every recording
2 recordings · our catalogue, dances filmed on TangoTube · 17 more we know of
Choose A and B on two recordings to hear them one after the other.
- Aníbal TroiloEarliest we holdJorge Casal · TKNot danced on film yet1953
- Aníbal TroiloMost dancedNelly Vázquez · RCA Victor · Jan 49 dances1965
- Mercedes SimoneNot in our catalogue1932
- Aída LuzNot in our catalogue1940
- Mercedes SimoneNot in our catalogue1942
- Orquesta Típica TokioNot in our catalogueRanko Fujisawa1952
- Emilio BrameriNot in our catalogueMercedes Simone1953
- Víctor BuchinoNot in our catalogueEdmundo Rivero · Aug 141953
- Emilio BrameriNot in our catalogueMercedes Simone1966
- Aída LuzNot in our catalogue
- Edmundo RiveroNot in our catalogue
- Mercedes SimoneNot in our catalogue
- Susana RinaldiNot in our catalogue
- Carlos FigariNot in our catalogueAída Luz
- Emilio BrameriNot in our catalogueMercedes Simone
- Juan José MosaliniNot in our catalogue
- Víctor BuchinoNot in our catalogueEdmundo Rivero
- -unspecified orchestra-Not in our catalogueAída Luz
- -unspecified orchestra-Not in our catalogueVirginia Luque
Lyrics
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Está mirando el cielo desolado tu historia de ladrillos y portón, el corazón sencillo, lastimado, con un perfil de tango y corralón... Tal vez con tu dolor arrinconado te vio en la calle vieja el paredón y estás en esa esquina del pasado al lado de la ochava y del buzón. Patio mío... donde mama me cebaba y el recio trenzaba cada noche un desafío... Patio mío, de la ropita colgada, de la barra que silbaba y el zabalaje bravío. Patio mío... borracho de caña fuerte yo sé que un día te irás... Pero venciendo a la suerte te iré a buscar a la muerte para no dejarte más... Te añoran los compadres, faja y lengue. Te llora el sentimental... Tanguea entre las sombras su canyengue la pálida pollera de percal... Malevo que en la esquina malherido desangra entre ladrillos un malvón. Para salvarte, patio, del olvido te reza su responso un bandoneón.
English · machine translation
It's looking at the desolate sky your history of bricks and gate, the simple, wounded heart, with a profile of tango and corralón... Perhaps with your pain in a corner the wall saw you in the old street and you are in that corner of the past next to the ochava and the mailbox. My courtyard... where mom used to feed me and the tough tano braided every night a challenge... My backyard, of the hanging clothes, of the whistling bar and the brave zabalaje. My yard... drunk with strong cane I know that one day you will leave... But overcoming luck I'll go to look for you in death to never leave you again... The compadres long for you, faja and lengue. The sentimental payador cries for you... Tanguea between the shadows his canyengue the pale percale skirt... Malevo that in the corner badly wounded bleeds among bricks a malvón. To save you, patio, from oblivion a bandoneon recites its response to you.
What we don't know yet4 of 5 known
The day it was recorded.
Data: recordings, facts and sources
Singers1
Sung by Jorge Casal
Single sourceVocal1
Vocal sung
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