Lyrics and translation Juan D'Arienzo - Adiós Chantecler

Adiós Chantecler

Te redujo a escombros la fría piqueta
Y al pasar de noche mirando tus ruinas,
Este milonguero se siente poeta
Y a un tango muy triste le pone sordina.

Entre aquellas rojas cortinas de pana,
De tus palcos altos que ahora no están,
Se asomaba siempre madama Ricana
Cubierta de alhajas, bebiendo champán.

Entre risas alegres y chistes,
Siempre estaba apenada René,
Y de verla tan linda y tan triste
Fue por eso que me enamoré.

Hoy ni ella está más en la sala,
Ni tampoco entro yo al cabaret,
Se vinieron abajo tus galas
Bullanguero y cordial Chantecler.

En la noches bravas que el tango era un rito,
Vibraba la sala con ritmo nervioso,
Porque en ese entonces estaba Juancito
Tallando en su orquesta su estilo famoso.

Ya no queda nada y aquello no existe,
Ni tus bailarines ni tu varieté.
Príncipe Cubano te veo muy triste
Pasar silencioso frente al Chantecler.

Ya no queda nada y aquello no existe,
Ni tus bailarines ni tu varieté.
Te veo muy triste pasar silencioso,
Príncipe Cubano, frente al Chantecler.

Farewell Chantecler

The cold pickaxe has reduced you to rubble,
And as I pass by night and gaze upon your ruins,
This milonguero feels like a poet,
And puts a mute on a very sad tango.

Among those red velvet curtains,
Of your high balconies that are now gone,
Madama Ricana would always appear,
Adorned with jewels, sipping champagne.

Amidst laughter and jokes,
René was always sad,
And it was because I saw her so beautiful and so sad
That I fell in love with her.

Today she is no longer in the hall,
Nor do I enter the cabaret anymore,
Your finery has come crashing down
Lively and cordial Chantecler.

On wild nights when tango was a ritual,
The hall would vibrate with nervous rhythm,
Because at that time there was Juancito
Carving his famous style in his orchestra.

There is nothing left, and that no longer exists,
Neither your dancers nor your variety show.
Príncipe Cubano, I see you very sad
Passing silently in front of the Chantecler.

There is nothing left, and that no longer exists,
Neither your dancers nor your variety show.
I see you passing very sadly,
Príncipe Cubano, in front of the Chantecler.