Tres Amigos
Anibal Troilo
Three Friends
From my lived pages, I always carry a great memory
My emotion doesn't forget them, time passes and I remember more.
We were always three friends
In that youth...
We were the most talked about trio
That could have walked
Through those streets in the south.
Where will you be, Pancho Alsina?
Where will you be, Balmaceda?
I wait for you on the corner
Of Suarez and Necochea...
Today... None come to my appointment.
Now... My life takes a detour.
Today... The old guard shouts at me:
"Who... Has scattered that trio?"
But I still remember them
My two friends from yesterday...
Once, there in the gates, they saved me from death.
There are always clashes when a poor man has fun.
And once, there in Barracas,
I paid off that debt to them...
They always saw us together...
That friendship kept us
Tied always to the three.
