Tiempos Viejos
Francisco Canaro
Old Times
Do you remember, brother? Those old times!
They were different men, more manly than ours
Cocaine wasn't known, nor morphine,
The boys back then didn't use hair gel.
Do you remember, brother? Those old times!
Twenty-five years that won't come back!
Twenty-five years! To have them back!
When I remember, I start to cry!
Where are the boys from back then?
Old gang from yesterday, where are they?
You and I are the only ones left, brother,
You and I alone to remember...
Where are those women,
Faithful ladies, with big hearts,
Who fought in Laura's dances,
Each one defending their love?
Do you remember, brother, the blonde Mireya
That I took from Hansen's, from crazy Cepeda?
I almost killed myself one night for her...
And now she's a poor ragged beggar!
Do you remember, brother, how beautiful she was?
A circle formed to watch her dance...
When I see her so old in the street,
I turn my head and start to cry...
