One night I was among people
And heard someone there mention
A man named Jacinto Chiclana
Long ago in Balvanera
Something there was also said
About a knife and an alley
By now the glint and the fight
Are lost in time's lonely valley

Who knows the reason and cause
That by that name I am haunted
Knowing how he really was
Is something I would have wanted
I see him upright and tall
Calm in his feelings and thinking
Able to keep down his voice
And risk his life without shrinking

No one trod ever more firmly
Over the earth without fеar
Niether in love nor in war
Has anyonе been his peer
Over the gardens and patios
Stand Balvanera's towers
And that death, driven by chance
In a dark alley that glowers
How good and true was this man?
None but God realizes
Gentlemen, here I am singing
Of what that name symbolizes
For hope is never in vain
Courage is best, as is honor
And to this I sing this milonga
Sung for Jacinto Chiclana