Pata De Perro
De toda la flota el
era el mas jalador.
No habia rival
para este ganan.
Pata de perro por aqui,
Pata de perro por alla.
Mario era el nombre
de este buen carnal,
Por todos lados va,
ya no regresara.
El tiempo se aprovecho
y todo lo transformo.
Viejo el barrio,
viejo hasta el danzon.
Un amigo se caso,
a otro panza le salio.
Nueva flota aparecio
y en la esquina
ya nada es igual,
era mejor viajar.
Un buen dia llego el rumor
que un amigo de un senor
en un barco se lo topo.
Que habia estado en Nueva York,
y bailado en Japon,
que en Brasil se enamoro,
y en Haiti toco el tambor,
a Mandela conocio,
y en URSS se emborracho.
Nadie supo si es verdad.
Sus amigos suelen recordar
que el era un buen carnal
que decidio viajar.
Wanderer
Of all the fleet, he
was the most charming.
There was no rival
for this winner.
Wanderer here,
Wanderer there.
Mario was the name
of this good buddy,
He goes everywhere,
he won't come back.
Time took advantage
and transformed everything.
The neighborhood is old,
even the dance hall.
A friend got married,
another got a belly.
A new fleet appeared
and on the corner
nothing is the same,
it was better to travel.
One day the rumor came
that a friend of a man
met him on a ship.
That he had been in New York,
danced in Japan,
fell in love in Brazil,
played the drum in Haiti,
met Mandela,
and got drunk in the USSR.
No one knew if it's true.
His friends often remember
that he was a good buddy
who decided to travel.
Escrita por: Juan Gabriel, Maldita Vecindad