Corrientes Y Esmeralda
Celedonio Flores
Corrientes And Emerald
Tough guys gathered by your corners
When a tough guy hit them with a punch
And the tough guys polished you
Back in the year... nineteen two...
Buenos Aires corner, your tough vibe
Mixes cane, gin fitz,
English stroll and monte, baccarat and lottery,
Grappa hangovers and crazy women.
The odeon follows the royal academy
Bouncing in tangos at the old pigall,
And the sorrowful anemia goes all in
Waiting for the tram to the outskirts.
From emerald to the north, by the retiro side,
Posh guys fall into prayer
To score a trip, if it's within reach,
Dodging the lens shot by the button.
One day on your corner, little tango, that
Creole lady that linnig mentioned,
Carrying a bundle of plebeian clothes
May have met the tragic man...
Carlos de la Púa praises you in poems
And poor Contursi was your loyal friend...
On your rough corner, any parrot
Dreams of Carlos Gardel's style.
Buenos Aires corner, this tango singer
Offers you his deepest and warmest affection.
When life is tied, zero to zero,
I promise you the most tough and raw verse
To create the tango that will make you immortal.
