Amarroto (part. Alberto Echagüe)
Te pasastes treinta agostos
De una esquina hasta otra esquina
Sin saber que era una mina
Ni una copa ni un café
La yugabas como un burro
Y amurabas neneguina
Practicando infantería
De tu casa hasta el taller
Fútbol, timbas y carreras
Eran cosas indecentes
Solo el cine era tu vicio
Si podías garronear
Y una vuelta que asomaste
Los mirones por Corrientes
Al marearte con sus luces
Te tuvieron que auxiliar
Hijo de, quedate quieto
Y las zainas, no te muevas
Nunca, nunca te rascaste
Ni teniendo el sarampión
Flor de chaucha
Aquí en la esquina
No ligaste ni una breva
Porque andabas como un lonyi
Chamuyandolo al botón
No tenías ni un amigo
El buey solo bien sé lame
Según tu filosofía
De amarroto sin control
Y amasabas los billetes
Cómo quién hace un salame
Laburando de exclavacho
Cómo un gil de Sol a Sol
Hoy te veo engayolao
Te chapo una solterona
Que podía ser tu nona
Y que es toda tu pasión
Y seguís amarrocando
Para que ella tu monona
Se las de gran princesa
A estos días del chabón
En el banco dé la vida
Al final siempre se pierde
No hay mortaja con bolsillos
A la hora de partir
Vos qué no sabes siquiera
De un final bandera verde
Aclárame che amarroto
Para que querés vivir
Tangled (feat. Alberto Echagüe)
You spent thirty Augusts
From one corner to another
Without knowing she was a babe
Not even a drink or a coffee
You played her like a fool
And hooked a young girl
Practicing infantry
From your house to the workshop
Soccer, gambling, and races
Were indecent things
Only movies were your vice
If you could mooch
And one time you showed up
The onlookers on Corrientes
When you got dizzy with their lights
They had to help you
Son of a gun, stay still
And don't move a muscle
You never, never scratched yourself
Even with the measles
What a loser
Here on the corner
You didn't get lucky at all
Because you were acting like a fool
Sweet-talking to the button
You didn't have a single friend
The ox only licks itself well
According to your philosophy
Of uncontrolled tangle
And you kneaded the bills
Like someone making a salami
Working like a slave
Like a fool from dawn to dusk
Today I see you all tied up
You caught a spinster
Who could be your granny
And who is all your passion
And you keep tangling
So that she, your darling
Acts like a great princess
In these days of the dude
In the bank of life
In the end, you always lose
There's no shroud with pockets
When it's time to go
You don't even know
About a green flag ending
Tell me, hey tangled one
Why do you want to live