Derecho viejo · Osvaldo Pugliese · 1945

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Tango de mi ciudad, malevo y sensual, canyengue y tristón, color de arrabal. Señor de salón, tenés emoción de noche porteña. Vuelve para surgir en danza triunfal canción sin igual que hace sentir con tanta pasión en el corazón su abrazo de amor. Oigo el cantar de un triste bandoneón, que llora en su canción la pena de un amor que nunca pudo ser, por causa de creer en locos berretines. Todo pasó, no quiero recordar el tiempo que se fue, ya nunca volverá la dicha de tu amor para poder soñar con vos en mi arrabal. Qué dulzura hay en tu voz, che, bandoneón, con tu chamuyo reo. Tango lindo y querendón, nobleza de arrabal, amores de otros tiempos... Sigue, sigue tu canción para alegrar esta velada linda, suena, suena bandoneón, que siempre tu canción está en el corazón.

English · machine translation

Tango of my city, malevo and sensual, canyengue and sad, color of the suburbs. Señor de salón, you have the emotion of Buenos Aires night. Come back to emerge in triumphant dance song without equal that makes you feel with so much passion in the heart its embrace of love. I hear the singing of a sad bandoneon, that cries in its song the sorrow of a love that could never be, because of believing in crazy nonsense. Everything happened, I don't want to remember the time that went away, the joy of your love will never return to be able to dream of you in my suburb. What sweetness there is in your voice, che, bandoneon, with your chamuyo reo. Nice and dear tango, nobility of the suburbs, loves of other times... Go on, go on with your song to brighten up this beautiful evening, sounds, sounds bandoneon, your song is always in my heart. is in the heart.