Текст и перевод песни Roberto Goyeneche - Cantor de Mi Barrio

Cantor de Mi Barrio

Yo soy el cantor de mi barrio
Que vino hasta el centro buscando olvidar
Por una guitarra templada y unos tangos viejos
Que aprendi al pasar
Mi nombre no tiene importancia
Cantor del barrio me suelen llamar
Si tengo una pena tan honda
Perdonen muchachos les voy a contar
Yo que a la vida le di el encanto de amar
Y perdiendo aprendi hoy que la he visto pasar
Solloza al recordar mi vieja herida
Que nunca le negue mi amor
Fue perverso el querer
Por ser bueno la ame y al verla así como la vi
Por esas calle de Dios yo voy vagando sin fe
Yo soy un murmullo de barrio
Que canta su pena llorando al pasar
Un hombre que vive sin vida
Que ha perdido todo por saber amar
Me dicen cantor en el barrio
Me piden que cante, no puedo cantar
Si tengo una pena tan honda
Perdonen muchachos quisiera llorar
Yo que a la vida le di el encanto de amar
Y perdiendo aprendi hoy que la he visto pasada
Solloza al recordar mi vieja herida
Que nunca le negue mi amor
Fue perverso el querer
Por ser bueno la ame y al verla así como la vi
Por esas calle de Dios yo voy vagando sin fé.

Singer of My Neighborhood

I am the singer of my neighborhood
Who came to the city center seeking to forget
With a seasoned guitar and a few old tangos
That I learned along the way
My name is of no importance
Neighborhood singer they usually call me
If I have such a deep sorrow
Forgive me, my friends, I'm going to tell you
I, who gave life the charm of love
And losing I learned today that I have seen it pass
I sob when I remember my old wound
That I never denied my love
It was perverse to want to love
For being good, I loved her and when I saw her as I saw her
Through those streets of God, I wander without faith
I am a whisper of the neighborhood
That sings its sorrow weeping as it passes
A man who lives without life
Who has lost everything for knowing how to love
They call me a singer in the neighborhood
They ask me to sing, I can't sing
If I have such a deep sorrow
Forgive me, my friends, I would like to cry
I, who gave life the charm of love
And losing I learned today that I have seen it pass
I sob when I remember my old wound
That I never denied my love
It was perverse to want to love
For being good, I loved her and when I saw her as I saw her
Through those streets of God, I wander without faith.