Español
Mi viejo Parque Patricios
querido rincón porteño,
barriada de mis ensueños
refugio de mi niñez.
El progreso te ha cambiado
con su rara arquitectura,
llevándose la hermosura
de tu bondad y sencillez.
Cuántas noches de alegría
al son de una serenata,
en tus casitas de lata
se vio encender el farol.
Y al sonar de las vigüelas
el taita de ronco acento,
hilvanaba su lamento
sintiéndose payador.
(Instrumental)
English
My old Parque Patricios
beloved corner of Buenos Aires
neighborhood of my dreams,
comfort of my childhood.
Progress has changed you
with its unusual architecture,
carrying away the beauty
of your kindness and modesty.
So many nights of joy
to the song of a serenade,
in your houses made of tin
the streetlamp was lit.
And to the sound of the guitars
the brave man with hoarse accent,
wove his lament feeling
like a folk singer.
(Instrumental)
Note: Francisco Canaro recorded this song with Ernesto Famá in 1940.
