Compadrón
Compadrito a la violeta
Si te viera Juan Malevo
Que calor te haría pasar
No tenés siquiera un cacho
De ese barro chapaleado
Por los mozos del lugar
El escudo de los guapos
No te cuenta entre sus gules
Por razones de valer
Tus ribetes de compadre
Te engrupieron, no lo dudes
Ya sabrás por que!
Compadrón
Prontuariado de vivillo
Entre los
Amigotes que te siguen
Sos pa' mi, aunque te duela
Compadre sin escuela, retazo de bacán
Compadrón
Cuando quedes viejo y solo
(Colo)
Compadrón
Y remanyes tu retrato
(Gato)
Notaras que nada has hecho
Tu berretín deshecho
Veras desmoronar
En la timba de la vida
Sos un punto sin arrastre
Sobre el naipe salidor
Y en la cancha de este mundo
Sos un débil pal biabazo
El chamuyo y el amor
Aunque busques en su verba
Pintorescos contraflores
Pa' munirte de cachet
Yo me digo a la sordina
Dios te ayude, Compadrito
De papel mache
Big Shot
Little buddy with the violet
If Juan Malevo saw you
What heat he would make you go through
You don't even have a piece
Of that mud splattered
By the waiters of the place
The shield of the tough guys
Doesn't count you among its reds
For reasons of worth
Your trims of buddy
Fooled you, don't doubt it
You'll know why!
Big shot
Recorded as a smart guy
Among the
Buddies who follow you
You are to me, even if it hurts you
Comrade without school, scrap of a dandy
Big shot
When you're old and alone
(Colo)
Big shot
And you rearrange your portrait
(Gato)
You'll notice that you've done nothing
Your whim undone
You'll see it crumble
In the gambling of life
You're a point without drag
On the outgoing card
And on the field of this world
You're a weak hit
The sweet talk and love
Even if you look in its words
Picturesque counterflowers
To arm yourself with cheek
I say to myself quietly
God help you, Little buddy
Made of paper mache
Escrita por: E. Cadicamo / L. N. Visca