El Violín de Becho
Becho toca el violín en la orquesta
Cara de chiquilín sin maestra
Y la orquesta no sirve no tiene
Más que un solo violín que le duele
Porque a becho le duelen violines
Que son como su amor chiquilines
Becho quiere un violín que sea hombre
Que al dolor y al amor no los nombre
Becho tiene un violín que no ama
Pero siente que el violín lo llama
Por las noches como arrepentido
Vuelve a amar ese triste sonido
Mariposa marrón de madera
Niño violín que se desespera
Cuando becho lo toca y se calma
Queda el violín sonando en su alma
Porque a Becho le duelen violines
Que son como su amor chiquilines
Becho quiere un violin que sea hombre
Que al amor y al dolor no los nombre
Vida y muerte, violín, padre y madre
Canta el violín y becho es el aire
Ya no puede tocar en la orquesta
Porque amar y cantar eso cuesta
Becho's Violin
Becho plays the violin in the orchestra
Childlike face without a teacher
And the orchestra is useless, it doesn't have
More than a single violin that hurts him
Because Becho's violins hurt him
That are like his love, childlike
Becho wants a violin that is manly
That doesn't mention pain and love
Becho has a violin that doesn't love
But he feels that the violin calls him
At night, like a repentant
He loves again that sad sound
Brown wooden butterfly
Child violin that despairs
When Becho plays it and calms down
The violin keeps sounding in his soul
Because Becho's violins hurt him
That are like his love, childlike
Becho wants a violin that is manly
That doesn't mention love and pain
Life and death, violin, father and mother
The violin sings and Becho is the air
He can no longer play in the orchestra
Because loving and singing that costs
Escrita por: Alfredo Zitarrosa