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Creole Lies

Carlos Gardel

Mentiras Criollas

Si querés vivir feliz
Si ilusión querés tener
Conformate con creer
Sin entrar a discutir
Que te besan por amor
Que es alegre un cabaret
Que por diez dan lo de cien
Cuando hay liquidación

Que si corren pa' ganar
Te lo vienen a decir
Que te van a conseguir
Un empleo nacional
Que no ha sido "mancarrón"
La ternera que comés
Y que el vino que te alegra
Vio la uva alguna vez

Si al consejo andás cuerpeando
Te prevengo como amigo
Que las cosas que te digo
Son verdades al revés
Dalas vuela, medítalas
Campaneá que son fuleras
Y mirá lo que espera
Si en mentira no creés

Vas tomuer si analizás
No te hagás el Kayserlín
Que es mejor hacerse el gil
Ser creyente y no dudar
Que el casorio arreglarás
Con la rifa del chalet

Que firmás los pagarés
Por la guita que te dan
Que el patrón te va a aumentar
Si cinchás de Sol a Sol
Que de músico o doctor
Por correo aprenderás
Que el calmante pa'l resfrío
No te pasma el corazón
Y por su valor escrito
Jugarás la del millón

Creole Lies

If you want to live happily
If you want to have illusions
Be content to believe
Without getting into arguments
That they kiss you out of love
That a cabaret is cheerful
That for ten they give what's worth a hundred
When there's a sale

That if they run to win
They come to tell you
That they will get you
A national job
That the beef you eat
Hasn't been 'mancarrón'
The wine that cheers you up
Has seen the grape at some point

If you're going around seeking advice
I warn you as a friend
That the things I tell you
Are truths in reverse
Give them wings, meditate on them
Ring the bell that they're shady
And see what awaits
If you don't believe in lies

You'll be dead if you analyze
Don't act like a know-it-all
It's better to play dumb
To be a believer and not doubt
That you'll arrange the marriage
With the raffle of the chalet

That you sign the promissory notes
For the money they give you
That the boss will give you a raise
If you work from sunrise to sunset
That as a musician or doctor
You'll learn by mail
That the cold remedy
Doesn't numb your heart
And for its written value
You'll play for the million

Escrita por: A. A. Aieta / O. Aroma