Singer: Juan D'ARIENZOSinger 2: Héctor MauréComposer: Juan D´ArienzoAuthor: Nolo López
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Llueve y hace frío, crudo es el invierno Crujen los portales, silba el vendaval, Pasa pregonando el viejo “diarero” “Carreras y fóbal, la guerra mundial”. Tiemblan los cristales de un café nocturno Suena en la pianola, un bonito vals, Mientras en mi cuarto, mi lecho sin mantas Me acosa el invierno, aumenta mi mal. Las doce, medianoche, Don Mateo con su coche Va camino al corralón. Las doce y la lluvia, Va llevándose a su paso El perfume del malvón. La noche, se agiganta, Y va extendiendo su manto En los vidrios de un farol.
English translation
It rains and it's cold, the winter is raw The gates creak, the gale whistles, The old "diarero" goes by, hawking. "Racing and football, the world war". The windows of a night cafe shake. Sounds on the pianola, a beautiful waltz, While in my room, my bed with no blankets. The winter harasses me, my sickness increases. Twelve o'clock, midnight, Don Mateo with his car He's on his way to the corral. Twelve o'clock and the rain, It's taking with it The perfume of the malvón. The night, it gets bigger, And spreads its mantle On the glass of a lantern.





