Singer: Francisco ROTUNDOSinger 2: Julio SosaComposer: Lucio Demare y Roberto FugazotAuthor: Enrique Cadícamo y Agustín Irusta
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Lyrics
Aquí estamos los dos, bien frente a frente, dame tu mano, machucá la mía; la desgracia ha venido en este día para ver si somos hombres de verdad. Hoy lo supe, te juro que he llorado pobrecita tu vieja, quien diría, tan guapaza, tan buena, me quería... como a vos que eras su hijo, ¿te acordás? Desembuchá el dolor, vení sentate; olvidemos aquello que ha pasado que nos tuvo diez años distanciados y el corazón, sin asco, nos bandeó. Mirame, hermano, que hace mucho tiempo que no nos vemos, que no nos hablamos; ¿sabés que estamos viejos?, que blanqueamos esas canas que hoy cinchan la vejez. Total, por unas trenzas y una boca más roja que la sangre de esa tarde; ninguno de los dos fuimos cobardes; me tiraste un hachazo... me atajé. En fin, eso pasó. ¿Qué? ¿Estás llorando? Mirá, si te hace daño mi pasado... después de darle un beso a la finada yo me voy, si vos querés, pa' mí es igual.
English translation
Here we are, both of us, face to face, give me your hand, crush mine; misfortune has come on this day to see if we are real men. Today I knew it, I swear I cried, poor old lady your poor old lady, who would have thought, so beautiful, so good, she loved me... like you were her son, do you remember? Unburden the pain, come sit down; let's forget what happened that kept us ten years apart and the heart, without disgust, we were bandaged. Look at me, brother, it's been a long time we haven't seen each other, we haven't spoken to each other; do you know that we are old, that we have bleached out those gray hairs that nowadays mark our old age. All in all, for a pair of braids and a mouth redder than the blood of that afternoon; neither of us were cowards; you threw an axe at me... I held back. Anyway, that happened. What? Are you crying? Look, if my past hurts you... after giving a kiss to the deceased I'm leaving, if you want, it's all the same to me.
