Gajito de Cedrón
Te acordás que fue en domingo
Que te vi por vez primera
Después de aquella carrera
Que yo gané con mi pingo
Se bailaba en lo del gringo
El puestero del bañao
Yo te miraba embobao
Como zorro en gallinero
Cuando gritó el bastonero
Pa' tuitos! Gato polqueao
Yo te dije con temores
Diga moza, ¿me acompaña?
Vos retrucaste con maña
Como no! De mil amores
Vos revoleaste las flores
De tu pollera escarlata
Yo empecé a menear la pata
Y uno de tantos mirones
Dijo: Voy diez patacones
Al de las tabas de plata
Terminó el gato polqueao
Se sentaron las parejas
Y en un rincón varias viejas
Hablaban de lo pasao
Y yo que estaba a tu lao
Haciéndome el inocente
Te di un beso y de ripente
Y una vieja oyó el chasquido
Y dijo: Gaucho atrevido
Ya ni respeta que hay gente!
Lindo tiempo aquel canejo
Cuando entuavía me amabas
Y a los bailongos llegabas
En ancas de mi azulejo
Ya solo queda el riflejo
De tantos lindos domingos
Te casaron con un gringo
Que tenía mucha plata
Pero... Esa carrera, ñata
Ya la había ganao mi pingo
Little Cedar Leaf
Remember it was on a Sunday
When I saw you for the first time
After that race
That I won with my horse
They danced at the gringo's place
The guy running the bathhouse
I was watching you, mesmerized
Like a fox in a henhouse
When the guy with the stick shouted
For everyone! Crazy cat
I told you with some nerves
Hey girl, will you join me?
You shot back with a smirk
Of course! A thousand loves
You tossed the flowers
From your scarlet skirt
I started to shake my leg
And one of the many onlookers
Said: I’ll bet ten bucks
On the one with the silver hooves
The crazy cat dance ended
The couples took their seats
And in a corner, several old ladies
Were talking about the past
And I, sitting next to you
Playing innocent
Gave you a kiss out of the blue
And an old lady heard the smack
And said: Bold cowboy
Doesn’t even respect that there are people!
What a nice time that was, buddy
When you still loved me
And you showed up at the dances
Riding on my blue horse
Now all that's left is the reflection
Of so many beautiful Sundays
They married you off to a gringo
Who had a lot of money
But... That race, sweetheart
My horse had already won it.
Escrita por: M. Prado, A. Navarrine