La Tatín Villagra
La vieja estación de Salta
se enciende al amanecer
estampa de guapo asoma
apenas cruza el andén
Recién comienza la noche
con vino blanco en la voz
para envidia del jilguero
fama de buen silbador
Campealo, nomás
seguro ha de andar
bordeando algun mostrador
más nuestro que flor de ceibo
dueño de cada rincón
si hallás a Tatín Villagra
guardalo en tu corazón
Un cigarrillo en la mano
y el escenario a sus pies
al hombre le roba el trago
y un beso a cada mujer
Maestro de andar caminos
en tu carrera de amor
dejame la posta amigo
quiero ganarla en tu honor
Campealo, nomás
seguro ha de andar
bordeando algun mostrador
más nuestro que flor de ceibo
dueño de cada rincón
si hallás a Tatín Villagra
guardalo en tu corazón
La Tatín Villagra
The old station of Salta
lights up at dawn
a brave man's figure appears
as soon as he crosses the platform
The night is just beginning
with white wine in his voice
to the envy of the goldfinch
famous for his whistling
Just ride on, for sure
he must be around
browsing some counter
more ours than the ceibo flower
owner of every corner
if you find Tatín Villagra
tuck him into your heart
A cigarette in hand
and the stage at his feet
the man steals a sip
and a kiss from every woman
Master of walking paths
in your love journey
give me the baton, friend
I want to win it in your honor
Just ride on, for sure
he must be around
browsing some counter
more ours than the ceibo flower
owner of every corner
if you find Tatín Villagra
tuck him into your heart
Escrita por: Eduardo Vera