La Hermana de la Coneja - Adriana Varela

En un depósito sucio, bastión de la Ciudad Vieja

La hermana de la coneja, perdió la virginidad

Testigo en la oscuridad, un colchón apolillado

Que quedó como estampado, con indeleble memoria

Y es origen de esta historia, que no sé bien si es verdad

Fue como siempre sucede, se colaron con el Tito

Aquel morocho flaquito, que la conquistó con mimos

Y desafiando al destino, se dejó de franeleos

Se alborotó el avispero, dieciséis años es mucho

Cuando te da como un chucho, y la vida pide cuero

Después cuento conocido, que «que le vamos a hacer»

Que no lo podes tener, que ya conseguí la guita

Un llanto, cuatro caricias, que todo va a salir bien

El fondo de un almacén, el adiós al flaco Tito

Y el comienzo de un periplo, más hamacado que un tren

Hoy es señora de tal, y en el este veranea

No imagina el que la vea, que era de playa Pascual

Su camelo viene mal, vate, chicos y colegio

Te la trabaja de regio, y anda en checo bien debute

Con goma en lugar de yute, y sin preguntar los precios

Ahora sí que se divierte, en pavada de colchón

Pelo corto a la Garzón, y lentes con cadenita

Recurre al sicoanalista, a la hermana ni la nombra

Pero la marca una sombra, que nunca pudo esquivar

Como la vino a quedar, allá por la Ciudad Vieja…

La hermana de la coneja

In a dirty warehouse, bastion of the Old Town

The rabbit's sister, she lost her virginity

Witness in the dark, a moth-eaten mattress

That remained as stamped, with indelible memory

And it is the origin of this story, which I do not know if it is true

It was as it always happens, they snuck in with Tito

That skinny dark-haired man, who conquered her with pampering

And defying fate, she left flannels

The hornet's nest was stirred up, sixteen years is a lot

When he gives you like a dog, and life asks for leather

Then I tell a familiar story, that «what are we going to do»

That you can't have it, that I already got the twine

A cry, four caresses, that everything will be fine

The bottom of a warehouse, goodbye to skinny Tito

And the beginning of a journey, rockier than a train

Today she is a lady of such, and in the east she spends the summer

He who sees her cannot imagine that she was from Pascual beach

Your camelo of hers is bad, leave, boys and school

She works it royally for you, and she walks in Czech well debute

With rubber instead of jute, and without asking prices

Now she really has fun, on a mattress

Short hair to the Garzón, and glasses with a chain

He resorts to the psychoanalyst, to her sister he doesn't even name her

But she marks a shadow, that she could never dodge

As she came to stay, back in the Old City...

The rabbit's sister