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El bulin de la calle Ayacucho

El bulin de la calle Ayacucho is a Tango written by José Servidio and recorded by Héctor Varela in 1951. The Tango El bulin de la calle Ayacucho is written by José Servidio, Héctor Varela has recorded El bulin de la calle Ayacucho with the singer Rodolfo Lesica.
“El bulin de la calle Ayacucho,” translated to English as “The Little Room on Ayacucho Street,” evokes a sense of intimacy and nostalgia. This humble abode on a bustling street becomes a sanctuary of cherished memories and quiet reprieve. A place where the dance of shadows on the walls whispers tales of bygone days, inviting the listener into a story steeped in emotion and time.

Tango

Style

Héctor Varela

Orchestra

Rodolfo Lesica

Singer

Celedonio Flores

Author

José Servidio

Composer

1951/7/17

Date

Rodolfo Lesica
Rodolfo Lesica
Héctor Varela
Héctor Varela

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Lyrics Translation of the Tango El bulin de la calle Ayacucho

This is the translation of the Tango “El bulin de la calle Ayacucho” from Spanish to English. The English lyrics of the Tango “El bulin de la calle Ayacucho” have been done with AI.

Letra del Tango El bulin de la calle Ayacucho

El bulín de la calle Ayacucho,

que en mis tiempos de rana alquilaba,

el bulín que la barra buscaba

pa caer por la noche a timbear,

el bulín donde tantos muchachos,

en su racha de vida fulera,

encontraron marroco y catrera

rechiflado, parece llorar.



El primus no me fallaba

con su carga de aguardiente

y habiendo agua caliente

el mate era allí señor.

No faltaba la guitarra

bien encordada y lustrosa

ni el bacán de voz gangosa

con berretín de cantor.



El bulín de la calle Ayacucho

ha quedado mistongo y fulero:

ya no se oye el cantor milonguero,

engrupido, su musa entonar.

Y en el primus no bulle la pava

que a la barra contenta reunía

y el bacán de la rante alegría

está seco de tanto llorar.



Cada cosa era un recuerdo

que la vida me amargaba:

por eso me la pasaba

fulero, rante y tristón.



Los muchachos se cortaron

al verme tan afligido

y yo me quedé en el nido

empollando mi aflicción.



Cotorrito mistongo, tirado

en el fondo de aquel conventillo,

sin alfombras, sin lujo y sin brillo,

¡cuántos días felices pasé,

al calor del querer de una piba

que fue mía, mimosa y sinceral …

¡Y una noche de invierno, fulera,

hasta el cielo de un vuelo se fue!

English lyrics of the Tango "El bulin de la calle Ayacucho"

The little room on Ayacucho street,

that in my early days I used to rent,

the room that the gang sought after

to crash at night and gamble,

the room where so many fellows,

in their streak of lousy living,

found a cheap bed and mattress,

forsaken, it seems to weep.

The Primus stove never let me down

with its load of strong liquor,

and with hot water on hand

the mate tea reigned supreme.

A guitar was never missing,

well-strung and polished,

nor the fancy man with the husky voice,

with a penchant for singing.

The little room on Ayacucho street

has become shabby and dreary:

you no longer hear the milonga singer,

conceited, tune his muse.

And in the Primus, the kettle no longer boils

that used to gather the cheerful gang

and the fancy man of bawdy joy

is dry from so much crying.

Each thing was a memory

that life made bitter for me:

that’s why I spent my days

bitter, gloomy, and sad.

The boys backed off

seeing me so distressed

and I stayed in the nest

brooding over my affliction.

Shabby, little nest, thrown

at the back of that boarding house,

without carpets, without luxury and without shine,

how many happy days I spent,

by the warmth of the love of a girl

who was mine, tender and sincere…

And one winter night, the harsh one,

she flew to heaven in an instant!

El bulin de la calle Ayacucho by Celedonio Flores

El bulin de la calle Ayacucho is a Tango written by Celedonio Flores and composed by José Servidio.



Story behind the Tango El bulin de la calle Ayacucho

“El bulín de la calle Ayacucho” reflects on the passage of time and the loss of youth. The lyrics reminisce about a youthful hangout, a place where friends gathered for games of chance and where tales and drinks were shared late into the night. The repeated mention of “el bulín” captures a deep nostalgia for a fading past. Flores uses this place as a cornerstone of youthful memories, shared experiences, and a home for transient emotions.



Symbolism of El bulin de la calle Ayacucho

Symbolically, “El bulín” represents a refuge and a witness to the lives of those who frequented it. The use of imagery such as “el primus,” a portable stove, and “la pava,” a kettle, symbolizes warmth and companionship, necessities in the creation of a comforting gathering space. The transformation of the space from a vibrant hub to a place where “ya no se oye el cantor milonguero” (the milonguero singer is no longer heard) exemplifies the transition from vitality to silence, portraying the unavoidable march of time.



El bulin de la calle Ayacucho in historic Context

The tango was penned in the early 1950s in Argentina, a time when the country was experiencing significant political and social changes. The melancholic tone of the song and its reflective look back to better days could be seen as a metaphor for a nation yearning for the stability and prosperity of its past. “El bulín de la calle Ayacucho” is not just a physical location but a marker of time, embodying the collective nostalgia of a community for its golden days now long gone. “El bulín” shows how personal spaces are deeply intertwined with historical moments.



Celedonio Flores

Celedonio Flores was a celebrated Argentine poet and tango lyricist known for his poignant and evocative texts that often reflect on urban life and personal memories.