Callecita de mi Barrio

Alley of my neighborhood,
Cut off from my loves
Where, in better times,
Joy was my only ideal;
Now that I live among posers
And I fight with luck
I have come back here to see you,
My cut from the slum.

How many times, in my nights
Of tango and drinks,
I go through my life,
The times when I lived
Without a care to chat,
And even though I was among wealth
One night of sadness
Invited me to cry.

The guitars of the troubadours
Pour all their love into the bars
And in the neighborhood houses, so old,
There is a breath of deep emotion;
I, in the light of the companion lantern,
Guess, in the quiet shadow,
A whisper of stolen caress
That fills my heart with dreams.

Alley of my neighborhood,
Always a friend to everyone,
The light from downtown forces me
To leave you to my detriment;
But before the departure,
And as I walk away calmly,
I leave crying with sorrow,
My cut from the slum.