Tres Esquinas

I am from the neighborhood of three corners,
Old bastion of a suburb
Where pretty girls in aprons bloom
Where in the warm and serene night
The old scent of the mallow spills
And under the full moon sky
The carts of the corralón sleep.

I am from that neighborhood of humble rank,
I am the sentimental tango.
I am from that neighborhood that drinks mate
Under the shade provided by the vineyard.
In its corners I made friends as a young man,
I threw the dagger for a crazy love,
I burned in the eyes of a street girl
The burning ember of my passion.

There is nothing more beautiful or more buddy-like
Than my murmuring suburb,
With the gossip of the gossips
And the compliments of the flirt.
Old neighborhood that was a standard
Of my youthful boldness...
I am from the neighborhood that lives apart
In this century of neo-lux.