Adiós Chantecler

You were reduced to rubble by the cold pickaxe
and, as I pass by at night looking at your ruins,
this milonguero feels like a poet
and to a very sad tango he puts a mute.
Between those red corduroy curtains,
of your high boxes that are no longer there,
Madame Ricana always looked out
covered with jewels, drinking champagne.

Amidst joyful laughter and jokes,
René was always saddened,
and to see her so beautiful and so sad
that's why I fell in love.
Today she is no longer in the room,
nor do I enter the cabaret,
your finery has collapsed
and cordial Chantecler.

In the wild nights when tango was a rite,
the room vibrated with a nervous rhythm,
because at that time Juancito was
carving in his orchestra his famous style.
Now there is nothing left and that no longer exists,
neither your dancers nor your varieté.
I see you very sad to pass by silently,
Cuban Prince, in front of the Chantecler.