El Tigre Millán (part. Mario Bustos)
Picao de viruela
Bastante morocho
Encrepao el pelo
Lo mismo que mota
Un hondo barbijo
En su cara rota
Le daba el aspecto
De un taita matón
De carácter osco
Bien fornido y fuerte
Afrontó el peligro
Cuál bravo titan
Jamás tuvo miedo
Ni aún ante la muerte
Porque era muy hombre
El tigre millán
Pobre tigre
Que una noche
En puente alsina
Dos cobardes
Lo mataron a traición
Era guapo de esos guapos
Bien temidos
Cuál la punta desgarrante
De un facon
Mala suerte pobre tigre
Siempre tuvo
En cuestiones de escolazo
Y de amor
Pues no era bien parecido
Y fatalmente metido
Con la mujer que adoró
Nunca fue correspondido
Y ella al fin lo traicionó
Cuentan que una noche
Bramó como fiera
En un entrevero
Que hasta hoy se comenta
Repartiendo hachazos
Era una tormenta
Mostró su coraje
Venciendo un malón
Parece mentira
Que hombres de su laya
Muera siempre en manos
De un ruin cobardon
Hoy la muchachada
Tigre te recuerda
Y aquella cobarde
Llora su traición
The Tiger Millán (feat. Mario Bustos)
Pockmarked from smallpox
Pretty dark-skinned
Hair all messed up
Just like some weed
A deep mask
On his broken face
Gave him the look
Of a tough guy
With a rough character
Strong and built
He faced danger
Like a brave titan
Never knew fear
Not even in front of death
Because he was a real man
The tiger Millán
Poor tiger
That one night
On the Alsina bridge
Two cowards
Took him out by surprise
He was a tough guy, one of those
Well feared
Like the sharp tip
Of a knife
Bad luck, poor tiger
Always had
With issues of betrayal
And love
For he wasn't good-looking
And tragically caught up
With the woman he adored
Who never loved him back
And in the end, she betrayed him
They say that one night
He roared like a beast
In a brawl
That’s still talked about today
Swinging his axe
It was a storm
He showed his courage
Overcoming a gang
It seems unbelievable
That men of his kind
Always die at the hands
Of a lowly coward
Today the kids
Remember you, tiger
And that coward
Cries for her betrayal