El murguero oriental [English translation]

The blue night,

melancholy of the days of a february that is gone,

hanging a tulle,

in the wardrobe of the lost yesterday;

prisioner photos in the bottom of a trunk,

my endless cross: the blue night.

In the truck,

the chorus, cliché of an old pericón 1

the counter,

with the poison of the evil liquor.

Handsomes and bandits under a code of honor;

my heart, in the truck.

I'm the oriental murguero,

the suburb singer

of the street, who dreamed

a god of sackcloth and paper

who made me born murguero

murguero and oriental. 2

Time changes the stage

and only remains a map in extinction

looking for a legendary chorus

in the deep dream of a lion.

The wonder of a legacy

singing in proclamation yells,

the lights of the stage,

and the sacred fire carrying a song

that resurrects and says:

I'm the oriental murguero,

the suburb singer

of the street, who dreamed

a god of sackcloth and paper

who made me born murguero

murguero and oriental.

The blue night,

melancholy of the days of a february that is gone,

hanging a tulle,

in the wardrobe of the lost yesterday;

prisioner photos in the bottom of a trunk,

my endless cross: the blue night.

In the truck,

the chorus, cliché of an old pericón

the counter,

with the poison of the evil liquor.

Handsomes and bandits under a code of honor;

my heart, in the truck.

I'm the oriental murguero,

the suburb singer

of the street, who dreamed

a god of sackcloth and paper

who made me born murguero

murguero and oriental.

I'm the oriental murguero,

the suburb singer

of the street, who dreamed

a god of sackcloth and paper

who made me born murguero

murguero and oriental.

1. An old traditional dance2. Someone who sings murga and is uruguayan

• Artist:Tabaré Cardozo
• Album:El murguero oriental (2008)