El africano

He was the most audacious, the last malevo
He who ruled the north, the African,
A man of law, who was like a brother.
His heart of handsome and porteño.
A young man with a tanned face
And of simple language,
Facing the rival, his knife
He knew how to show advantages.
 
In the silence of the nights of that neighborhood
When the moon was walking on the roofs,
With his sadness walked El Africano
Like a shadow that vanished.
And in the hustle and bustle of the corner dances
Where courage was always respected,
No man would dare to take part in a dance...
Because he was temperament of soul, life and heart
 
Recited:
Haughty and courageous
He fell defeated fighting head on
With great courage.
And once again
Confident in his fortitude
They coldly killed him treacherously.
 
That night the suburbs wept for his grief
That taura fell with courage and bravery,
And in the silence of the night, the malevaje
For the first time, heard this complaint:
"I go away beaten by cowardly stabbing
In a dastardly way, I could only be beaten",
He closed his eyes and with his last gasp
His faint voice in the shadows died away.