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A Don Nicanor Paredes

Venga un rasgueo y ahora,
Con el permiso de ustedes,
Le estoy cantando, señores,
A Don Nicanor Paredes.
No lo vi rígido y muerto.
Ni siquiera lo vi enfermo.
Lo veo con paso firme
Pisar su feudo, Palermo.

El bigote un poco gris,
Pero en los ojos el brillo,
Y cerca del corazón
El bultito del cuchillo.
El cuchillo de esa muerte
De la que no le gustaba
Hablar... Alguna desgracia
De cuadreras o de tabas.

(Recitado)
De atrio más bien fue caudillo,
Si no me marra la cuenta,
Allá por los tiempos bravos
Del ochocientos noventa.
Si entre la gente de faca
Se armaba algún entrevero
él lo paraba de golpe,
De un grito o con el talero.

Ahora está muerto y con él
Cuánta memoria se apaga
De aquel Palermo perdido
Del baldío y de la daga.
Ahora está muerto y me digo:
¡Qué hará usted, Don Nicanor,
En un cielo sin caballos,
Sin vino, retruco y flor!

To Don Nicanor Paredes

Come in with a strum, and now,
With your permission, gentlemen,
I'll sing to you, ladies and gentlemen,
About Don Nicanor Paredes.
I didn't see him stiff and dead.
I didn't even see him sick.
I can see him, with firm steps,
Treading on his fiefdom, Palermo.

His mustache a little gray,
But his eyes shining,
And close to his heart
The little bulge of his knife.
The knife of that death
He didn't like to talk about
Speaking of... Some misfortune
At the racetrack or at the gambling table.

(Recited)
He was more of a leader than a churchgoer,
If I'm not mistaken,
Back in the wild times
Of the eighteen-nineties.
If there was a fight
Among the men with knives
He would stop it at once,
With a shout or with his silver coin.

Now he's dead, and with him,
So many memories are gone
Of that lost Palermo
Of empty lots and knives.
Now he's dead, and I wonder:
What will you do, Don Nicanor,
In a heaven with no horses,
No wine, no gambling, and no flowers!