El Pistola Marciscano
Tabaré Cardozo
The Marciscano Pistol
Old globetrotter, dictionary of the slums,
I live among the living, 'crá' lost among the 'crá',
Guardian angel of the gaucho of the paladin.
Wise millionaire, without a penny to his name,
He travels around the world, marcopolo, gulliver,
From the boarding house, two hundred thousand leagues of clandestine travel.
If death comes to look for him, he leaves on his black ship,
Just takes a turn, and comes back to life.
Shoeshine boy, with tin and counter,
Son of the 'yeca', which is the school of the masses,
Hours of yesterday spin in his head.
Murga of kids in the time of the 'tranway',
Julio Sosa sings, they close the tupinambá,
Mastra and Roldán, and a toast with Zitarrosa, his wealth.
If death comes to look for him, he leaves on his black ship,
Just takes a turn, and comes back to life.
He laughs at his nostalgia when the 'mago' in the clarinet,
The 'farabute' of Casiani sings, the kid
Who he met with his shinbone cry.
The 'gamur' of the cat sings in Parque Rodó,
The 'principito' plays and his heart can't take
So much emotion, Gilardonni's gloves watch over him.
If death comes to look for him, he leaves on his black ship,
Just takes a turn, and comes back to life.
