Tres Amigos (Three Friends)
Music: Enrique Cadícamo
Lyrics: Enrique Cadícamo
Translation: Michael Krugman
Recorded by Aníbal Troilo with Alberto Marino in 1944
Music: Enrique Cadícamo
Lyrics: Enrique Cadícamo
Translation: Michael Krugman
Recorded by Aníbal Troilo with Alberto Marino in 1944
De mis páginas vividas,
siempre guardo un gran recuerdo
mi emoción no las olvida,
pasa el tiempo y más me acuerdo.
Tres amigos siempre fuimos
en aquella juventud…
Era el trío más mentado
que pudo haber caminado
por esas calles del sur.
¿Dónde andarás, Pancho Alsina?
¿Dónde andarás, Balmaceda?
Yo los espero en la esquina
de Suárez y Necochea...
Hoy... ninguno acude a mi cita.
Ya... mi vida toma el desvío.
Hoy... la guardia vieja me grita:
"¿Quién... ha dispersado ese trío?"
Pero yo igual los recuerdo
mis dos amigos de ayer...
Una noche, allá en Portones,
me salvaron de la muerte.
Nunca faltan encontrones
cuando un pobre se divierte.
Y otra vez,
allá en Barracas,
esa deuda les pagué...
Siempre juntos nos veían...
Esa amistad nos tenía
atados siempre a los tres.
(Instrumental)
Hoy... la guardia vieja me grita:
"¿Quién... ha dispersado ese trío?"
Pero yo igual los recuerdo
mis dos amigos de ayer...
From the vivid chapters of my life,
I always keep one great memory
My heart never forgets them,
Time passes and I remember them more.
Three great friends we always were
in that youth of ours...
It was the most famous trio
that ever strode
those streets of the south.
Where can he be, Pancho Alsina?
Where can he be, Balmaceda?
I’m waiting for them on the corner
of Suarez and Necochea...
Today… no one comes to meet me.
Now… my life is taking a detour.
Today… the old guard calls out to me:
“Who…? That trio has gone their separate ways.”
But I remember them just the same,
my two friends of old…
One night there in Portones,
they saved my life.
There’s never a lack of hard knocks
when a poor man is having fun.
And another time,
there in Barracas,
I paid back that debt...
We were always seen together...
That friendship kept us
bound together, we three.
(Instrumental)
Today… the old guard calls out to me:
“Who…? That trio has gone their separate ways.”
But I remember them just the same,
my two friends of old...