Como Querés Que Te Quiera
Decís que sos un pozo de rango y vento
Y andás como la oruga a medio hacer
Sabés que el aire es gratis e hinchás pa'adentro
La cosa es ir tirando y envejecer
A vos que sé te importa si hay guerra en china
Si fangio gana en berna todo es igual
Sabés que el huevo nace de la gallina
Y ya con tu cerebro no podés más
Como querés que te quiera una pebeta moderna
Que busca un muchacho pierna para bailar y vivir
Y mientras ella se muere con un rubio en espirales
Vos le hablás calamidades y ni un beso le pedís
No fumás, no vas al cine, las carreras no te gustan
No conocés de la fusta, chaquetilla, ni color
Pa'vos la media cabeza es la que cuelga de un gancho
Nunca has probado un quebracho, ni un whisky, ni un semillón
Como querés que te quiera una pebeta moderna
Que busca un muchacho pierna si vos sos un pajarón
Vos sí que sos un tipo de raro dique
Nacido propiamente para enjaular
De esos que las mujeres siempre lo eligen
Para pasear el nene sin protestar
Vicenzo despertate largá la frula
Ponete bien canchengue cantá y salí
Sino en el primer cohete que va a la luna
Te ofrecés como ensayo total pa'que vivís
No fumás, no vas al cine las carreras no te gustan
No conocés de la fusta, chaquetilla, ni color
Pa'vos la media cabeza es la que cuelga de un gancho
Nunca has probado un quebracho, ni un whisky ni un semillón
Como querés que te quiera una pebeta moderna
Que busca un muchacho pierna, si vos sos un pajarón
How Do You Want Me to Love You
You say you're a pit of rank and wind
And you move like a half-made caterpillar
You know that air is free and you puff up inside
The thing is to keep going and grow old
To you, I know you don't care if there's a war in China
If Fangio wins in Bern, it's all the same
You know the egg comes from the chicken
And with your brain, you can't take it anymore
How do you want a modern girl to love you
Who's looking for a guy with legs to dance and live
And while she's dying with a blonde in spirals
You talk to her about calamities and don't even ask for a kiss
You don't smoke, you don't go to the movies, you don't like races
You don't know about the whip, jacket, or color
For you, the half head is the one hanging from a hook
You've never tried quebracho, whiskey, or a semillon
How do you want a modern girl to love you
Who's looking for a guy with legs if you're a bird
You're really a rare type
Properly born to be caged
One of those that women always choose
To walk the baby without complaining
Vicenzo, wake up, drop the pipe
Get in a good mood, sing and go out
Otherwise, on the first rocket to the moon
You offer yourself as a total test for what you live
You don't smoke, you don't go to the movies, you don't like races
You don't know about the whip, jacket, or color
For you, the half head is the one hanging from a hook
You've never tried quebracho, whiskey, or a semillon
How do you want a modern girl to love you
Who's looking for a guy with legs, if you're a bird