Ivette
En la puerta de un boliche
Un bacán encurdelado
Recordando su pasado
Que una mina lo amuró
Entre los humos de caña
Resurgen a su memoria
Esta página de historia
Que en su corazón grabó
Bulín que ya no te veo
Catrera que no te toco
Percanta que ya no embroco
Porque con otro se fue
Mina que fuiste el encanto
De toda la muchachada
Y que por una pavada
Te acoplaste a un mishé
Que te va a dar ese otario
Que tu viejo no te ha dado!
No te acordas que he estudiado
Pa'que no falte el bullón
No te acordas cuando en cana
Te copié en un cuadernito
Aquellos lindos versitos
Salidos del corazón?
No te acordas que conmigo
Te pusiste un sombrero
Y aquel cinturón de cuero
Que a otra mina le amuré
No te acordás que te traje
Un par de aros lujosos
Que una noche a un farabute
Del cotorro le espianté
Y con ellos unas botas
Con las cañas de gamuza
Y una pollera papusa
Que era de seda crepé?
No te acordás que traía
Aquella crema lechuga
Que hasta la última arruga
De la cara se espiantó
Y aquellos polvos rosados
Que aumentaban tus colores
Recordando sus amores
El pobre bacán lloró
Ivette
At the door of a bar
A drunken pimp
Remembering his past
That a girl ditched him
Among the sugarcane fumes
This page of history
Resurfaces in his memory
That engraved in his heart
Bulín, I don't see you anymore
Catrera, I don't touch you
Percanta, I don't catch you
Because you left with another
Girl, you were the charm
Of all the young people
And for a silly thing
You hooked up with a mishé
What will that jerk give you
That your old man hasn't given you!
Don't you remember that I studied
So that there's no lack of money
Don't you remember when in jail
I copied you in a little notebook
Those beautiful verses
That came from the heart?
Don't you remember that with me
You wore a hat
And that leather belt
That I gave to another girl
Don't you remember that I brought you
A couple of luxurious earrings
That one night to a crook
I stole them from the joint
And with them some boots
With suede shafts
And a stylish skirt
That was made of crepe silk?
Don't you remember that I brought
That lettuce cream
That erased every wrinkle
From your face
And those pink powders
That enhanced your colors
Remembering his loves
The poor pimp cried
Escrita por: E. Roca, J Y P Contursi