Muchacho - Adriana Varela

Muchacho

Que por que la suerte quiso

Vivis en un primer piso

De un palacete central

Que para vicios y placeres

Para farras y mujeres

Dispones de un capital

Muchacho

Que no sabes el encanto

De haber derramado llanto

Sobre un pecho de mujer

Que no sabes que es secarse

En una timba y armarse

Para volverse a meter

Que decis que un tango rante

No te hace perder la calma

Y que no te llora el alma

Cuando gime un bandoneon;

Que si tenes sentimiento

Lo tenens adormecido

Pues todo lo has conseguido

Pagando como un chabon

Decime

Si en tu vida pelandruna

Bajo la luz de la luna

O si no bajo un farol

Vos te has sentido poeta

Y le has dicho a una pebeta

Que era más linda que el sol

Decime

Si conoces la armonia

La dulce policromia

De las tardes de arrabal

Cuando van las fabriqueras

Tentadoras y diqueras

Bajo el sonoro percal

Young guy

That because luck wanted

You live on the first floor

Of a central mansion

That for vices and pleasures

For parties and women

You have a capital

Young guy

That you don't know the charm

of having shed tears

On a woman's breast

That you don't know what it is to dry up

In a timba and arm yourself

to get back in

What do you say that a tango rante

Doesn't make you lose your cool

And that your soul doesn't cry

When a bandoneon moans;

What if you have feeling

you keep it numb

Well, you have achieved everything

Paying like a kid

Tell me

If in your pelandruna life

under the moonlight

Or else under a lantern

You have felt like a poet

And you told a pebeta

That she was prettier than the sun

Tell me

If you know the harmony

The sweet polychrome

Of the suburb afternoons

When the factories go

Temptresses and diqueras

Under the sonorous percale