Cantor de Mi Barrio

I am the singer of my neighborhood
Who came to the center looking to forget
With a tuned guitar
And some old tangos that I learned along the way
My name doesn't matter
Singer of the neighborhood they usually call me
And nobody knows my sorrow
Excuse me, boys, I'm going to tell you

I, who gave life
The charm of loving
And by losing, I learned
Today, having seen it pass by
I sob when I remember
My old wound
I never denied her my love
It was perverse to love
Because I was good, I loved her
And seeing her like that, as I saw her
Through those godforsaken streets
I wander without faith

I am a murmur of the neighborhood
Singing my sorrow as I cry along
A man who lives without life
Who has lost everything for knowing how to love
They call me a singer in my neighborhood
They ask me to sing, I can't sing
If I have such a deep sorrow
Excuse me, boys, I would like to cry