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FAROL
Lamp post (1943)
LYRICS by: Homero Exposito
MUSIC by: Virgilio Exposito
TRANSLATION by: Alberto Paz
Last updated on: 1/12/12
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Sing along with ROBERTO CHANEL with ORQUESTA OSVALDO PUGLIESE

Although the original lyrics as written by Homero Exposito read, “con el tango en el bolsillo,” in this version recorded by Roberto Chanel in 1943, he sings, “con olor a cigarillo/with smell of cigarette.”
This is not unusual. Many singers liked to change lyrics slightly, for no apparent reason, perhaps in some cases to meet the standards of society in their times. Politically correct tango singing?
CASTELLANO
ENGLISH
Un arrabal con casas
que reflejan su color de lata…
un arrabal humano
con leyendas que se cantan como tangos…
y alla un reloj que lejos da
los dos de la manana…
un arrabal obrero,
una esquina de recuerdos y un farol…

Farol…
las cosas que ahora se ven
farol…
ya no es lo mismo que ayer…
La sombra
hoy se escapa a tu mirada
y me deja mas tristona
la mitad de la cortada;
tu luz
con el tango en el bolsillo
fue perdiendo luz y brillo
y es una cruz…

Alli conversa el cielo
con los sueños de un millon de obreros…
alli murmura el viento
los poemas populares de Carriego,
y cuando alla a lo lejos dan
las dos de la mañana,
el arrabal parece
que se duerme repitiendole al farol…

Farol…
las cosas que ahora se ven
farol…
ya no es lo mismo que ayer…
La sombra
hoy se escapa a tu mirada
y me deja mas tristona
la mitad de la cortada;
tu luz
con el tango en el bolsillo
fue perdiendo luz y brillo
y es una cruz…

A suburb with houses
that reflect their tin color…
a human suburb
with legends that are sung like tangos…
and at a distance a clock that strikes
two o’clock in the morning…
a working suburb,
a corner of memories and a lamp post…

Lamp post…
the things that now can be seen
lamp post…
no longer is just like yesterday…
The shadow
today escapes your glance
and it leaves gloomier
half of the back alley,
your light
with the tango in the pocket
was losing light and brightness
and is a cross…

There talks the sky
with the dreams of a millon workers…
there murmurs the wind
the popular poems of Carriego,
and when at a distant spot shows
the two in the morning,
the suburb seems
to fall asleep repeating to the lamp post…

Lamp post…
the things that now can be seen
lamp post…
no longer is just like yesterday…
The shadow
today escapes your glance
and it leaves gloomier
half of the back alley,
your light
with the tango in the pocket
was losing light and brightness
and is a cross…


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