Descarte - Adriana Varela

En dirección pa´l bulín

Siempre por la misma calle

La del tembloroso talle

Y los labios de carmín

Va palpitando su fín

Desde que está enferma y mal

Descarte del arrabal

Que ya me parece verte

Que te da espiante la muerte

Del lecho de un hospital…

Abandonaste tu hogar

En la flor de tus abriles

Tus caprichos infantiles

Que quisiste realizar

Y hoy, va a la iglesia, a rezar

Arrodillada, tu vieja

Le ruega a Dios, te proteja

Y te ordene regresar…

Y encima tu «shacador»

Que no la va de manguero

Por cada giorno fulero… le da

Le da un amasijo flor

In the direction of pa'l bulín

Always on the same street

The one with the trembling waist

And lipstick lips

She is throbbing her end

Since she is sick and unwell

Disposal of the suburb

That she already seems to see you

What gives you spying death

From a hospital bed...

you left your home

In the flower of your Aprils

your childish whims

What did you want to do?

And today, he goes to church, to pray

Kneeling, your old

Pray to God, protect you

And ordered you to return...

And on top of your «shacador»

That she does not go to hose

For each fulero giorno… he gives

She gives him a flower mash