Nocturno a Mi Barrio
Anibal Troilo
Night in My Neighborhood
My neighborhood was like this, like this, like this.
I mean, what do I know if it was like that?
But I remember it like this!
With giacumin, the carbuña from the corner,
That the burners were full of soot,
And who always played left "jas" next to me,
Always always,
Maybe to be closer to my heart!
someone once said
That I left my neighborhood,
When? …but when?
Yes I'm always arriving!
And if once I forgot,
The stars on the corner of my mother's house
Twinkling as if they were helping hands,
They told me: Fat man, fat man, stay here,
Stay here.
