I have a candombe for Gardel
I have beautiful memories of him,
and I talk about a very grey time
with poverty close to me,
only his voice made me happy.
Gardel had a beautiful hat,
a white smile like a carnation.
How many candombes I wanted to hear
interpreted by don Gardel
but it didn't happen.
The boys of the street gang,
that we feel the candombe very well,
we sat and sing on the streetside
with drums some Gardel tango.
And a girl passing by
looking at the drum
softly said to me:
how warm is april!