Singer: Juan D'ARIENZOComposer: Eduardo PereyraAuthor: Francisco Lío
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Lyrics
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.





