Lyrics of Cantor de Mi Barrio - Orquesta de Anibal Troilo, Anibal Troilo, Roberto Goyeneche

Cantor de Mi Barrio (original)

Yo soy el cantor de mi barrio
que vino hasta el centro buscando olvidar
por una guitarra templada y unos tangos viejos
que aprendi al pasar
mi nombre no tiene importancia
cantor del barrio me suelen llamar
si tengo una pena tan honda
perdonen muchachos les voy a contar
yo que a la vida le di el encanto de amar
y perdiendo aprendi hoy que la he visto pasar
solloza al recordar mi vieja herida
que nunca le negue mi amor
fue perverso el querer
por ser bueno la ame y al verla así como la vi por esas calle de Dios yo voy vagando sin fe yo soy un murmullo de barrio
que canta su pena llorando al pasar
un hombre que vive sin vida
que ha perdido todo por saber amar
me dicen cantor en el barrio
me piden que cante, no puedo cantar
si tengo una pena tan honda
perdonen muchachos quisiera llorar
yo que a la vida le di el encanto de amar
y perdiendo aprendi hoy que la he visto pasada
solloza al recordar mi vieja herida
que nunca le negue mi amor
fue perverso el querer
por ser bueno la ame y al verla así como la vi por esas calle de Dios yo voy vagando sin fé.

(translation)

I am the singer of my neighborhood
who came to the center looking to forget
for a warm guitar and some old tangos
what I learned by passing
my name doesn't matter
neighborhood singer they usually call me
if I have such a deep sorrow
Excuse me guys, I'm going to tell you
I who gave life the charm of loving
and losing I learned today that I have seen it happen
sobs when remembering my old wound
that I never deny my love
it was perverse to want
for being good I loved her and when I saw her just like I saw her on those streets of God I am wandering without faith I am a neighborhood murmur
who sings his sorrow of her crying as he passes
a man who lives without life
who has lost everything to know how to love
they call me a singer in the neighborhood
they ask me to sing, I can't sing
if I have such a deep sorrow
Excuse me guys I want to cry
I who gave life the charm of loving
and losing I learned today that I've seen it last
sobs when remembering my old wound
that I never deny my love
it was perverse to want
For being good, I loved her and when I saw her just like I saw her on those streets of God, I am wandering without faith.