Muchacho
Muchacho
Que por que la suerte quiso.
Vivis en un primer piso
De un palacete central,
Que para vicios y placeres,
Para farras y mujeres
Dispones de un capital.
Muchacho
Que no sabes el encanto
De haber derramado llanto
Sobre un pecho de mujer,
Que no sabes que es secarse
En una timba y armarse
Para volverse a meter.
Que decis que un tango rante
No te hace perder la calma,
Y que no te llora el alma
Cuando gime un bandoneon;
Que si tenes sentimiento
Lo tenens adormecido
Pues todo lo has conseguido
Pagando como un chabon.
Decime
Si en tu vida pelandruna
Bajo la luz de la luna
O si no bajo un farol,
Vos te has sentido poeta
Y le has dicho a una pebeta
Que era más linda que el sol.
Decime
Si conoces la armonia,
La dulce policromia
De las tardes de arrabal,
Cuando van las fabriqueras
Tentadoras y diqueras
Bajo el sonoro percal.
Boy
Boy
That because luck wanted it.
You live on a first floor
Of a central mansion,
That for vices and pleasures,
For parties and women
You have a capital.
Boy
Who doesn't know the charm
Of having shed tears
On a woman's chest,
Who doesn't know what it's like
To dry up in a gambling den and get ready
To go back in.
You say that a loud tango
Doesn't make you lose your calm,
And that your soul doesn't cry
When a bandoneon moans;
That if you have feelings
You have them numbed
Because you have achieved everything
By paying like a guy.
Tell me
If in your rascal life
Under the moonlight
Or if not under a streetlight,
Have you ever felt like a poet
And told a girl
That she was more beautiful than the sun.
Tell me
If you know the harmony,
The sweet polychromy
Of the afternoons in the suburb,
When the factory workers
Tempting and cheeky
Under the sonorous percale.