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El africano

Juan D'ARIENZOJuan D'ARIENZOtango1937-12-148 videos
Singer: Juan D'ARIENZOComposer: Eduardo PereyraAuthor: Francisco Lío

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Fue el más audaz, el último malevo
El que imperó al norte, El Africano,
Varón de ley, que fue como un hermano
Su corazón de guapo y de porteño.
Mozo de cara bronceada
Y de lenguaje sencillo,
Frente al rival, su cuchillo
Supo ventajas mostrar.
 
En el silencio de las noches de aquel barrio
Cuando la luna por los techos se paseaba,
Con su tristeza caminaba El Africano
Como una sombra que se esfumaba.
Y en el bullicio de los bailes esquineros
Donde el coraje era siempre respetado,
Ningún varón se le animaba a un entrevero
Por que era temple de alma, vida y corazón
 
Recitado:
Altivo y valiente
Cayó vencido peleando de frente
Con gran valor.
Y una vez más
Confiado en su entereza
Fríamente lo mataron a traición.
 
Aquella noche el arrabal lloró su pena
Cayó aquel taura con valor y con coraje,
Y en el silencio de la noche, el malevaje
Por vez primera, oyó esta queja:
“Me voy batido por cobarde puñalada
En forma ruin, tan sólo pude ser vencido”,
Cerró los ojos y con su último suspiro
Su débil voz entre las sombras se apagó.
English translation
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.

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