Cien guitarras

El otro día el cartero
al pasar me dio una carta,
al pasar me dio una carta,
fue muy grande la sorpresa,
le aseguro compañero,
temblé porque nunca espero
tener alguna misiva,
abrí la carta enseguida,
y asómbrese hermano mío,
me invitaban a pedido
los muchachos de allá arriba.

Escuchen quiero contarles
lo que la carta decía,
lo que la carta decía:
Para Usted, con alegría,
esta carta le mandamos,
sabrá que nos encontramos
unidos y muy contentos,
que pronto iremos al centro
en un desfile imponente,
por esa calle Corrientes
a la que tanto queremos.

Desfilarán bandoneones
violines, flautas y violas,
violines, flautas y violas,
La Paquita, Bardi, Arolas,
Maglio, Pacho, el Pibe Ernesto,
también Betinotti, Greco,
Contursi con su arrrabal,
Magaldi, el sentimental,
todos iremos al centro
para que quede ese encuentro
como un recuerdo inmortal.

Las violas irán al frente
de malvón bien prefumadas,
de malvón bien prefumadas,
por un ángel adornadas
en color blanco y celeste,
y aunque nombrarlo me cueste
es tanto el cariño a él,
hágame caso esta vez
pare el tránsito le pido:
“Mi Buenos Aires querido
cuando yo te vuelva a ver”,
viene cantando Gardel.

English translation

The other day the letter carrier
as he passed by gave me a letter,
as he passed by he gave me a letter,
it was a big surprise,
I assure you, comrade,
I trembled because I never expected
to receive a letter,
I opened the letter immediately,
and my brother was astonished,
I was invited on request
the boys up there.

Listen, I want to tell you
what the letter said,
what the letter said:
To you, with joy,
this letter we send you,
you will know that we are
united and very happy,
that soon we will go to the center
in an imposing parade
along Corrientes Street
that we love so much.

Bandoneons, violins, flutes and violas
violins, flutes and violas,
violins, flutes and violas,
La Paquita, Bardi, Arolas,
Maglio, Pacho, el Pibe Ernesto,
also Betinotti, Greco,
Contursi with his arrrabal,
Magaldi, the sentimental,
we shall all go to the center
so that this encounter will remain
as an immortal memory.

The violas will go to the front
of well-smoked mallow,
of well-scented mallow,
by an angel adorned
in white and light blue,
and although it is hard for me to name him
I am so fond of him,
this time I ask you to listen to me
I ask you to stop the traffic:
"My dear Buenos Aires
when I see you again",
comes singing Gardel.