Melodía De Arrabal

Melodía De Arrabal (Melody of Arrabal)

Music: Carlos Gardel
Lyrics: Alfredo Le Pera & Mario Battistella
Translation: Felipe & Ayano
Recorded by Carlos Gardel in 1933

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Barrio plateado por la luna,
Rumores de milonga es toda tu fortuna.
Hay un fuelle que rezonga en la cortada mistonga,
Mientras que una pebeta linda como una flor,
espera coqueta bajo la inquieta luz de un farol.

Barrio... barrio…
Que tenés el alma inquieta de un gorrión sentimental.
Penas... ruegos...
Es todo el barrio malevo Melodía de arrabal.

Viejo... barrio…
Perdoná si al evocarte se me pianta un lagrimón,
Que al rodar en tu empedrao
es un beso prolongao que te da mi corazón.

Cuna de taitas y cantores,
de broncas y entreveros, de todos mis amores;
En tus muros con mi acero yo grabé nombres que quiero:
Rosa, la milonguita… Era rubia Margot...
Y en la primera cita la paica Rita me dio su amor.

Barrio… barrio...
Que tenés el alma inquieta de un gorrión sentimental.
Penas... ruegos...
Es todo el barrio malevo Melodía de arrabal.

Viejo... barrio…
Perdoná si al evocarte se me pianta un lagrimón,
Que al rodar en tu empedrao
es un beso prolongao que te da mi corazón.

English

Neighborhood shone in silver by the moon,
the buzz of milongas is all your fortune.
There’s a bandoneon grumbling in the poor alley
while a girl pretty like a flower
charmingly awaits under the restless light of a streetlamp.

Barrio… barrio...
who has the restless soul of a sentimental sparrow.
Sorrows... prayers...
All the brave neighborhood is the melody of the slums.

Old… neighborhood...
Forgive me if recalling you a tear shows up,
since roaming your cobblestones
is like a long kiss that my heart gives you.

Birthplace of brave men and singers,
of quarrels and street fights, of all my love stories;
On your walls, with my knife I engraved names I love:
Rose, the party girl… Margot, the blonde...
And on the first date the young Rita gave me her love.

Barrio... barrio…
who has the restless soul of a sentimental sparrow.
Sorrows... prayers...
All the brave neighborhood is the melody of the slums.

Old… neighborhood...
Forgive me if a tear shows up recalling you
since roaming on your cobblestones
is like a long kiss that my heart gives you.

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