Mi Vieja Viola - Adriana Varela

Vieja viola garufera y vibradora

De las horas de parranda y copetín

De las tantas serenatas a la lora

Que hoy es dueña de mi cuore y la trompa del bulín

Cómo estás de abandonada y silenciosa

Después que fuiste mi sueño de cantor;

Quien te ha oído sonar papa y melodiosa

Nos dice que sos la diosa de mi pobre corazón

Es que la gola se va

Y la fama es puro cuento

Andando mal y sin vento

Todo, todo se acabó

Hoy sólo queda el recuerdo

De pasadas alegrías;

Pero estás vos, viola mía

Hasta que me vaya yo

Cuántas noches bajo el brazo de la zurda

Por cubrirte del sereno te cuidé

Y por más que me encontraste bien en curda

Conservándome en la linea de otros curdas te cuidé

Si los años de la vida me componen

Y la suerte me rempuja a encarrilar

Yo te juro que te cambio los bordones

Me rechillo del escabio y te vuelvo a hacer sonar

Old viola garufera and vibrator

Of the hours of partying and cocktails

From the many serenades to the parrot

That today she is the owner of my heart and the bulín's trunk

How are you abandoned and silent

After you were my dream of a singer;

Who has heard you sound papa and melodious

She tells us that you are the goddess of my poor heart

It is that the ruff is going

And fame is pure story

Walking badly and without wind

Everything, everything is over

Today only the memory remains

Of past joys;

But there is you, viola mine

Until I'm gone

How many nights under the arm of the lefty

To cover you with the serene I took care of you

And as much as you found me good in curda

Keeping myself in the line of other Kurds I took care of you

If the years of life make me up

And luck pushes me to get on track

I swear I'll change your staffs

I squeak from the footstool and I make you sound again