El último guapo

With the beanie pulled over one eye
and a hint of tango in his walk,
no rush, casually looking around,
the last tough guy will come to the neighborhood.
He'll enter through the narrow street
and as he passes by the old gate
he'll whistle for the girl
who owns his heart to come back to the date.
The lost streetlight,
the dead-end alley
and the colorful tenement
will come out of oblivion
back to life.
The bar for the drunks,
the moon shining over a knife,
a caress and a kiss
will be the return
of the old neighborhood.
With a bandoneon that's pure complaint
and two guitars strumming by his side,
once again, from the old dance hall
the last tough guy will be the envied one.
He'll play with disdain for his life
for the sun of a flowery fabric
and he'll leave, without a scratch,
the last tough guy, from the old neighborhood.