San Telmo

San Telmo. Barrio de San Telmo!
Mi barrio de pibe, hoy quiero cantarte!
Balcarce!, Defensa y el Bajo
Mis fieles amigos, los vengo a buscar.
San Telmo. Calles de San Telmo!
Adoquines viejos, piedras que he pisado!
Al verlos conmigo, he quedado
Tragando saliva pa´ no lagrimear...
 
Y en el recuerdo empañado, vi, cruzar a mi niñez
Que cantaba a la luz del sol...
Vi la escuela... La feliz rayuela
De la hermosa edad que no volverá.
Me he visto yo mismo, corriendo a los pibes
Sin saber del mango ni la obligación...
El sol era alegre. Las horas cantaban
La vida iba en burro... y al tranco cortón.
Me he contemplado luego, de pantalón largo
Cruzar la cortada de noche, al fulgor,
De unos ojos negros y unos dientes blancos
Rumbeando engrupido, pa´ l lao del amor.
 
San Telmo. Barrio de San Telmo!
Mi barrio de pibe, hoy quiero cantarte!
Balcarce, Defensa y el Bajo
Mis fieles amigos, los vengo a buscar.
San Telmo. Calles de San Telmo!
Adoquines viejos, piedras que he pisado!
Cansado, de penas cargado
Hoy vuelvo a tu lado... ¡No quiero llorar!

English translation

San Telmo. Neighborhood of San Telmo!
My neighborhood when I was a kid, today I want to sing to you!
Balcarce, Defensa and El Bajo
My faithful friends, I come looking for you.
San Telmo. Streets of San Telmo!
Old cobblestones, stones that I have stepped on!
Seeing them with me, I've been
Swallowing saliva so as not to cry...
 
And in the tarnished memory, I saw, crossing my childhood
That sang in the sunlight...
I saw the school... The happy hopscotch
Of the beautiful age that will never return.
I've seen myself, running to the kids
Without knowing about the mango or the obligation...
The sun was cheerful. The hours were singing
Life went by donkey... and with a short stride.
I have contemplated myself later, in long pants
Crossing the cut at night, in the gleam,
Of black eyes and white teeth
Rumbeando engrupido, pa' l'lao del amor.
 
San Telmo. Neighborhood of San Telmo!
My neighborhood when I was a kid, today I want to sing to you!
Balcarce, Defensa and the Bajo
My faithful friends, I come looking for you.
San Telmo. Streets of San Telmo!
Old cobblestones, stones that I have trodden!
Tired, burdened with sorrows
Today I return to your side... I don't want to cry!