El Morocho Y El Oriental

Old café from the fifties
that used to be in Boca,
over by Olavarría
at the corner of Almirante Brown.
It shook with emotion
your drink spot
with the heartfelt milongas
of Gabino and Cazón.
Historic tavern
of the priory and Trinchieri,
where one night Cafieri
came to take over the gathering.
He brought a duo of singers
and proudly said,
"Here I bring a pair
that sings like a dream."
And with a friendly tone
he said, half-smiling:
"This guy is the Dark-Skinned Guy
and this one’s Pepe the Oriental"...
A general applause
greeted the duo
and the Dark-Skinned Guy was tuning
just like the Oriental.
They tuned their instruments with joy,
playing hard,
and the silence was so deep
that not even the flies could be heard....
And between applause, wine, and beers,
and I’ll cover this round,
praises were flying
at full gallop.
"To my mother," "The Shepherdess,"
"The Dark-Skinned Guy" and other songs
hit the hearts
with moving voices.
Ah, café from back then
on Olavarría street,
where at night it fell
back in the year eleven...
When I, in my neighborhood,
was known for being tough.
The Dark-Skinned Guy was Gardel
and Razzano was the Oriental.