Lyrics of A Homero - Orquesta de Anibal Troilo, Roberto Goyeneche, Anibal Troilo

A Homero (original)

Fueron años de cercos y glicinas
De la vida en orsay, del tiempo loco
Tu frente triste de pensar la vida
Tiraba madrugadas por los ojos…
Y estaba el terraplén con todo el cielo
La esquina del zanjón, la casa azul
Todo se fue trepando su misterio
Por los repechos de tu barrio sur
Vamos, vení de nuevo a las doce
Vamos que está esperando Barquina
Vamos no ves que Pepe esta noche
No ves que el viejo esta noche
No va a faltar a la cita
Vamos total al fin nada es cierto
Y estás, hermano, despierto
Juntito a Discepolín…
Ya punteaba la muerte su milonga
Tu voz calló el adiós que nos dolía;
De tanto andar sobrándole a las cosas
Prendido en un final, falló la vida
Yo sé que no vendrás pero, aunque cursi
Te esperará lo mismo el paredón
Y el tres y dos de la parada inútil
Y el resto fraternal de nuestro amor

(translation)

They were years of fences and wisteria
Of life in orsay, of crazy time
Your sad face from thinking about life
I shot early mornings through the eyes...
And there was the embankment with all the sky
The corner of the ditch, the blue house
Everything went climbing its mystery
On the slopes of your southern neighborhood
Come on, come again at twelve
Come on, what is Barquina waiting for?
Come on don't you see that Pepe tonight
Don't you see that old man tonight
He will not miss the appointment
Let's go total to the end nothing is true
And you are, brother, awake
Next to Discepolín…
Death was already dotting his milonga
Your voice silenced the goodbye that hurt us;
From so much going around things
Caught in an ending, life failed
I know you won't come but, although cheesy
The wall will wait for you
And the three and two of the useless stop
And the brotherly rest of our love