Guapo Y Varon
Guapo y varón,
Yentre la gente de avería,
Patrón,
Por tu coraje y sangre fría...
Tu sola presencia
Impone obediencia
En toda ocasión...
Pero yo se que el puñal de unos ojos oscuros,
Ojos cándidos y puros,
Se clavó en tu corazón...
Y hoy llorás, malevo fuerte,
Vos que nunca lagrimeaste
Ni temblaste ante la muerte;
Suplicás una mirada,
Vos que siempre te copaste
Sin permiso la parada.
Ya de audaz no hacés alarde,
Pues te duele la rodada
Y aprendiste un poco tarde,
Que el guapo se vuelve cobarde
Y no vale prepotencia cuando talla el corazon.
Me has confesao,
Por el vapor de la bebida
Mareao,
Que no te importa ya la vida
Y que antes de verla
Con otro y perderla
Prefieres morir...
Y al comprender que la ingrata burló tu cariño
Sollozabas como un niño
Que aprendió lo que es sufrir.
Y hoy llorás, malevo fuerte,
Vos que nunca lagrimeaste
Ni temblaste ante la muerte;
Suplicás una mirada,
Vos que siempre te copaste
Sin permiso la parada.
Ya de audaz no hacés alarde,
Pues te duele la rodada
Y aprendiste un poco tarde,
Que el guapo se vuelve cobarde
Y no vale prepotencia cuando talla el corazon.
Handsome and Manly
Handsome and manly,
Among the common people,
Boss,
For your courage and cold blood...
Your mere presence
Commands obedience
On every occasion...
But I know that the dagger of dark eyes,
Innocent and pure eyes,
Has pierced your heart...
And today you cry, strong tough guy,
You who never shed a tear
Nor trembled in the face of death;
You beg for a glance,
You who always took over
The scene without permission.
You no longer boast of being bold,
As the fall hurts you
And you learned a little too late,
That the brave turns coward
And arrogance is worthless when the heart is at stake.
You have confessed to me,
Through the haze of drink
Dizzy,
That you no longer care about life
And that before seeing her
With another and losing her
You'd rather die...
And upon realizing that the ungrateful one mocked your love
You sobbed like a child
Who learned what it means to suffer.
And today you cry, strong tough guy,
You who never shed a tear
Nor trembled in the face of death;
You beg for a glance,
You who always took over
The scene without permission.
You no longer boast of being bold,
As the fall hurts you
And you learned a little too late,
That the brave turns coward
And arrogance is worthless when the heart is at stake.