(Unsung part)
You’re the sad symphony that cradled the humble neighborhood,
you’re the sweet melody, the sentimental song.
Tough guys with red carnation in the buttonhole danced to you,
tangling up a percale dress in each turn.
Symphony of a humble neighborhood,
prayer of the suburbs, you’re the soul of San Telmo, Alsina bridge and Monserrat.
Symphony of a humble neighborhood,
pretty tango, true Buenos Aires
is stomping in the neighborhoods with your incomparable rhythm.
You praise, you understand the pain of loving.
You praise, you teach how to live, how to forget.
(Instrumental)