Singer: José GARCIASinger 2: Alfredo RojasComposer: Dorita ZárateAuthor: Dorita Zárate
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2:193/16Maria Filali y John Zabala 3/4 Milonga "Zorzal" Jose Garcia 30/1/15 Toulouse
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John Zabala·3.2K views·11 years ago
3:018/8Roxana Suarez & Sebastian Achaval, Moscow, Russia, Milonga "El Calor" 8 April 2011, (2)
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Prischepov TV·7.4K views·15 years ago
3:417/11Sebastian Achaval & Roxana Suarez Milonga en Fruto Dulce Ene 2012
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2XTANGO TV·4.2K views·14 years ago
2:022/5Roxana Suarez & Sebastián Achaval (2), May 22, 2011, Trondheim, Norway
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Esmaeil Jahanshahi·14 years ago
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2:193/16Maria Filali y John Zabala 3/4 Milonga "Zorzal" Jose Garcia 30/1/15 Toulouse
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John Zabala·3.2K views·11 years ago
3:417/11Sebastian Achaval & Roxana Suarez Milonga en Fruto Dulce Ene 2012
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2XTANGO TV·4.2K views·14 years ago
2:022/5Roxana Suarez & Sebastián Achaval (2), May 22, 2011, Trondheim, Norway
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Esmaeil Jahanshahi·14 years ago
3:018/8Roxana Suarez & Sebastian Achaval, Moscow, Russia, Milonga "El Calor" 8 April 2011, (2)
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Prischepov TV·7.4K views·15 years ago
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Lyrics
Morocho de ojazos negros Y chambergo requintao, Pañuelo florido al cuello Y zapatos charolaos. Cantaba sentidos tangos Con su voz sentimental, Y allá en su barriada humilde Le llamaban el zorzal. Cien noches le cantó A su arrabal, Cien noches sollozó Su corazón. Cariños tuvo mil Y en su cantar, Iba sembrando Sus amores el zorzal. El barrio ha quedado triste Ya no tiene su cantor, Se fue siguiendo una estrella Porque en ella va su amor. Aquella morocha linda Que lo supo enamorar, Cerró sus ojos pa´ siempre Y tras ella fue el zorzal.
English translation
Morocho with big black eyes And a dark-colored hat, Flowered handkerchief around his neck And charolaos shoes. He sang heartfelt tangos With his sentimental voice, And back in his humble neighborhood They called him the thrush. A hundred nights he sang To his suburb, A hundred nights he sobbed His heart. She had a thousand affections And in her singing, She was sowing His loves the thrush. The neighborhood has been saddened It no longer has its singer, He left following a star Because in her goes his love. That pretty brunette Who knew how to make him fall in love, She closed her eyes forever And after her went the thrush.