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Duck

Carlos Gardel

Pato

Ayer te vi pasar
Con aires de bacán
En una vuature copera
Te saludé y vos te hiciste el gil
Como si no me conocieras
Llevabas en tu carablanca de fifí
Más polvo que una carretera
Y fue tal la bronca que yo me agarre
Que quise gritarte así

Pato fuistes en todo momento
Pato, aunque quieras despistar
Seco, hoy tenés apartamento
Y te pagan mucho vento pa lucirte en el Pigall
Pato, atorrante, desgracia'o, que te peinas a la gomina
Pato, hoy sos milonguero y compadrón
Cuando te dé el espiante la mina
Pasarás por nuestra esquina a mangar para el buyón

De lo que fuiste ayer ya nada te quedo
Muchacho rante de mi barrio
Quien te viocomo te he visto yo
Manyá que sos un pobre otario
Recuerda que la vida de cualquier bacán
Tiene más vueltas que la oreja, y que, si un día
La suerte no va al suburbio, volverás

Pato fuistes en todo momento
Pato, aunque quieras despistar
Seco, hoy tenés apartamento
Y te pagan mucho vento pa lucirte en el Pigall
Pato, atorrante, desgracia'o, que te peinas a la gomina
Pato, hoy sos milonguero y compadrón
Cuando te dé el espiante la mina
Pasarás por nuestra esquina a mangar para el buyón

Duck

Yesterday I saw you pass by
With airs of a big shot
In a fancy car
I greeted you and you acted dumb
As if you didn't know me
You had on your fancy hat
More dust than a highway
And I got so mad
That I wanted to yell at you like this

Duck, you were a duck all along
Duck, even if you try to fool around
Dry, now you have an apartment
And they pay you a lot of wind to show off at the Pigall
Duck, scoundrel, unlucky, who styles your hair with pomade
Duck, today you're a tango dancer and a big shot
When the girl catches on to you
You'll pass by our corner to beg for money

Of what you were yesterday, nothing remains
Kid from my neighborhood
Who saw you like I did
You must be a poor fool
Remember that the life of any big shot
Has more twists and turns than an ear, and that, if one day
Luck doesn't go to the suburbs, you'll come back

Duck, you were a duck all along
Duck, even if you try to fool around
Dry, now you have an apartment
And they pay you a lot of wind to show off at the Pigall
Duck, scoundrel, unlucky, who styles your hair with pomade
Duck, today you're a tango dancer and a big shot
When the girl catches on to you
You'll pass by our corner to beg for money

Escrita por: R. Collazo