La Laca (Parranda Version)
Sale Mariano a la calle
A comerse la vida
Lleva las manos manchadas
Cómo cada día
Va de camino al currelo
De capa y pintura
Pero le llaman Mochuelo y
Cuando pasa alguna (le dice)
De qué quieres que te pinte
De las luces del torero
De los tonos del alpiste
De los calores del fuego
Como la perla de un cisne
O del salor del veneno
Que los pintores son tristes
Es que no has visto el letrero
Y se ponía corbata
Cuando bajaban al centro
Con su corazón de chapa
Como dicen en el cuento
Buscaba una chica guapa
Que le cortara el aliento
Dice que no usaba laca
Que la laca va por dentro
Sabe que no hay un mal trago
Que cien años dure
Que el pensamiento en verano
Da flores azules
Lleva guardado un pañuelo
De lágrimas suyas
Pero le llaman Mochuelo y
Cuando pasa alguna (le dice)
De qué quieres que te pinte
Como el brillo de tu pelo
Como el dibujo que hiciste
Sobre la arena de albero
Como la alfombra del cine
Donde te dije te quiero
Que los pintores son tristes
Es que no has visto el letrero
Y se ponía corbata
Cuando bajaban al centro
Con su corazón de chapa
Como dicen en el cuento
Buscaba una chica guapa
Que le cortara el aliento
Dice que no usaba laca
Que la laca va por dentro
Que la laca va por dentro
De qué quieres que te pinte
Si no te pinto me muero
Que desde que tú te fuieste
Vengo pintando en el hielo
Que lo de no despedirse
Es como matar por dinero
Que los pintores son tristes
Es que no has visto el letrero
Y se ponía corbata
Cuando bajaban al centro
Con su corazón de chapa
Como dicen en el cuento
Buscaba una chica guapa
Que le cortara el aliento
Dice que no usaba laca
Que la laca va por dentro
Laralaralaralara
Con su corazón de chapa
Como dicen en el cuento
Buscaba una chica guapa
Que le cortara el aliento
Dice que no usaba laca
Que la laca va por dentro
The Hair Spray (Party Version)
Mariano goes out to the street
To eat up life
His hands are stained
Like every day
He's on his way to work
All dressed up
But they call him Mochuelo and
When someone passes by (they say to him)
What do you want me to paint you
With the lights of the bullfighter
With the tones of birdseed
With the heat of the fire
Like the pearl of a swan
Or the heat of the poison
That painters are sad
You haven't seen the sign
And he would put on a tie
When they went downtown
With his heart of metal
As they say in the story
He was looking for a pretty girl
To take his breath away
He says he didn't use hairspray
That the hairspray is inside
He knows that no bad moment
Lasts a hundred years
That thoughts in summer
Bring blue flowers
He carries a handkerchief
Of his own tears
But they call him Mochuelo and
When someone passes by (they say to him)
What do you want me to paint you
Like the shine of your hair
Like the drawing you made
On the sand of the bullring
Like the carpet of the cinema
Where I told you I love you
That painters are sad
You haven't seen the sign
And he would put on a tie
When they went downtown
With his heart of metal
As they say in the story
He was looking for a pretty girl
To take his breath away
He says he didn't use hairspray
That the hairspray is inside
That the hairspray is inside
What do you want me to paint you
If I don't paint you I'll die
That since you left
I've been painting on ice
Not saying goodbye
Is like killing for money
That painters are sad
You haven't seen the sign
And he would put on a tie
When they went downtown
With his heart of metal
As they say in the story
He was looking for a pretty girl
To take his breath away
He says he didn't use hairspray
That the hairspray is inside
Laralaralaralara
With his heart of metal
As they say in the story
He was looking for a pretty girl
To take his breath away
He says he didn't use hairspray
That the hairspray is inside