Reproche
Tango triste, tango rante
De mi tiempo es Caferata
Yo conozco tu pasado
Yo comprendo tu traición
Los malevos no te miran
Con los mismos ojos de antes
Porque fue tu cuna el bajo
Y el lujo tu seducción
Cuántos guapos se marcaron
Al compás de tus acordes
Y en el bajo, cuál fantasmas
Se trenzaron a facón
Y tu música doliente
Sí, habrá servido de arrullo
Pa' que duerma un sueño reo
El pibe de algún matón
Tango triste, tango rante
De mi tiempo es Caferata
Que hiciste de esa vecina
Mi hermanita espiritual
Una noche en la milonga
Al compás de tus acordes
Vi rodar de sus pupilas
Un lagrimón virginal
Tango triste, y hoy los malevos
Lloran todos tu traición
Porque saben que ya nunca
Has de volver a tu hogar
Porque has estado jugando
Con las cuarenta del mazo
Y es al ñudo que te compren
Si no te han de desbancar
Ahora luces tus acordes
Como mina abacanada
Porque sos igual que todos
Los que han sido del barrial
Los que hasta hoy, con ajenjo
Juntos nos envenenamos
Porque hoy están en la buena
Lanzan su grito triunfal
Si yo te pidiera cuenta
De tanto mal que has causado
A esas pobres mujercitas
En tus noches de champaña
Ya, ni volviendo a la cuna
Donde empezó tu existencia
Pagarías tanto daño
Al que te llamó 'gotán'
Reproach
Sad tango, harsh tango
From my time is Caferata
I know your past
I understand your betrayal
The tough guys don't look at you
With the same eyes as before
Because the slums were your cradle
And luxury your seduction
How many tough guys were marked
To the beat of your chords
And in the slums, which ghosts
Were entwined with knives
And your mournful music
Yes, it may have served as a lullaby
For a criminal to sleep
The kid of some thug
Sad tango, harsh tango
From my time is Caferata
What did you do to that neighbor
My spiritual little sister
One night at the milonga
To the beat of your chords
I saw a virgin tear
Roll from her eyes
Sad tango, and today the tough guys
Cry for your betrayal
Because they know that you will never
Return to your home
Because you've been playing
With the forty-card deck
And it's the knot that they buy from you
If they're not going to outsmart you
Now you show off your chords
Like a flashy chick
Because you're just like all
Those who have been from the neighborhood
Those who until today, with absinthe
We poisoned ourselves together
Because today they're doing well
They shout their triumph
If I were to ask you to account
For all the harm you've caused
To those poor women
In your champagne nights
Even if you returned to the cradle
Where your existence began
You wouldn't pay for so much harm
To the one who called you 'gotán'
Escrita por: A. Irusta / R. Fugazot