Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cantos de Mi Barrio, artist - Roberto Goyeneche. Album song Goyeneche y Primo Corchia, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 06.04.2020
Record label: Preludio
Song language: Spanish
Cantos 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. |