Singer: Francisco LOMUTOSinger 2: CharloComposer: Gerardo Matos RodríguezAuthor: Ivo Pelay
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Lyrics
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, wearing 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 I have trodden! Tired, burdened with sorrows Today I return to your side... I don't want to cry!