Bailarín compadrito

Dressed like a dandy, combing his hair with hair gel
and owner of a girl prettier than a flower,
you dance at the milonga with an air of importance,
showing off your elegance and making an exhibition.

Anybody would have told you, hey there, you, a prisoner of other times!
that one day you would become a cabaret king,
that to show your court you'd set up an academy...
To the taura always rewards the luck that is woman.

Compadrito dancer,
that you first flourished your court,
in the old bailongo orillero
of Barracas to the south.

Dancer compadrito, who wanted to try another life,
you wanted to try another life,
and to show off your famous corrida
you came to Maipú.

Araca, when sometimes you listen to La Cumparsita
I know how your heart palpitates when you remember
that one day you danced it with a tongue and without a mango
and now you're dancing the same tango like a bacán.

But you would give anything to be just for a little while
the same compadrito of the time that is gone,
because so much glory is tiring and a little sad and old
you see yourself in the mirror of the old cabaret.