Paroles et traduction Alfredo Belusi - El Último Guapo

El Último Guapo

Con el funyi tirao sobre un ojo
Y un amago de tango al andar,
Sin apuro, sobrando de reojo,
El último guapo vendrá al arrabal.
Entrará por la calle angostita
Y al pasar frente al viejo portón
Silbará pa' que vuelva a la cita
La piba que es dueña de su corazón.

El farolito perdido,
El callejón sin salida
Y el conventillo florido
Saldrán del olvido
De nuevo a la vida.
El almacén de los curdas,
La luna sobre un puñal,
Una caricia y un beso
Serán el regreso
Del viejo arrabal.

Con un fueye que es puro rezongo
Y dos violas cinchando al costao,
Otra vez, del antiguo bailongo
El último guapo será el envidiao.
Jugará con desprecio su vida
Por el sol de un florido percal
Y se irá, sin llevar ni una herida,
El último guapo, del viejo arrabal.

The Last Handsome Man

With the hat pulled down low over one eye
And a slight hint of tango in his stride,
Taking his time, glancing around with disdain,
The last handsome man will come to the neighborhood.
He'll enter through the narrow street,
And as he passes in front of the old gate,
He'll whistle for the girl who owns his heart
To come out and meet him.

The forgotten street lamp,
The dead-end alleyway,
And the tenement building in bloom
Will come back to life
Once again.
The bar for the drunks,
The moon shining down on a knife,
A caress and a kiss
Will be the return
Of the old neighborhood.

With an accordion that groans and complains,
And two violins playing alongside,
Once more, the last handsome man
Will be the envy of the old dance hall.
He'll gamble his life away
For the smile of a pretty girl,
And he'll leave, without a single wound,
The last handsome man, of the old neighborhood.