La Gata Varela
La gata sale a cantar, envuelta en adrenalina
Y perfuma el escenario con inciensos y glicinas
Con un código de tango, sin libros y sin escuela
Y te lo dice pintando con colores de acuarela
El mejor de los cantores
Tiene la vieja enseñanza
De callar cuando se debe
Y de hablar cuando hace falta
Gata mojada de lluvia
Que aligerando los vicios
Sale a andar por las cornisas
Sin caer al precipicio
Parece una atorranta cuando canta
Parece que se deja y no se deja
Te da la sensación cuando camina
Que, en vez de una mujer, llegan dos minas
Parece medio loca y te provoca
Porque el tango en su boca es un gemido
Parece que ya nada la sorprende
Parece saber todo de la vida
Parece, pero no es lo que parece
Es una gata herida
Los que cantan a los gritos
Seguirán siendo aprendices
Porque el tango no se canta
Porque al tango se lo dice
Con la pausa y el silencio
Al que aluden los poetas
Despacito, poco a poco
Para que entiendan la letra
Cuando el público no escucha, la gata tiene el orgullo
De tener la mente fresca en el medio del barullo
Yo también escribo y canto, sin libros y sin escuela
Despacito, poco a poco, como la Gata Varela
Parece una atorranta cuando canta
Parece que se deja y no se deja
Te da la sensación cuando camina
Que, en vez de una mujer, llegan dos minas
Parece medio loca y te provoca
Porque el tango en su boca es un gemido
Parece que ya nada la sorprende
Parece saber todo de la vida
Parece, pero no es lo que parece
Es una gata herida
The Varela Cat
The cat goes out to sing, wrapped in adrenaline
And perfumes the stage with incense and wisteria
With a tango code, without books and without school
And tells you by painting with watercolor colors
The best of singers
Has the old teaching
To be silent when necessary
And to speak when needed
Rain-soaked cat
Lightening the vices
Goes out to walk on the ledges
Without falling into the precipice
She seems like a troublemaker when she sings
It seems like she lets herself go and doesn't
You get the feeling when she walks
That, instead of one woman, two chicks arrive
She seems a bit crazy and provokes you
Because the tango in her mouth is a moan
It seems like nothing surprises her anymore
It seems she knows everything about life
It seems, but it's not what it seems
She's a wounded cat
Those who sing loudly
Will remain apprentices
Because tango is not sung
Because tango is told
With pauses and silence
Referred to by poets
Slowly, little by little
So they understand the lyrics
When the audience doesn't listen, the cat takes pride
In having a fresh mind in the midst of the noise
I also write and sing, without books and without school
Slowly, little by little, like the Varela Cat
She seems like a troublemaker when she sings
It seems like she lets herself go and doesn't
You get the feeling when she walks
That, instead of one woman, two chicks arrive
She seems a bit crazy and provokes you
Because the tango in her mouth is a moan
It seems like nothing surprises her anymore
It seems she knows everything about life
It seems, but it's not what it seems
She's a wounded cat