La Gata Varela - Cacho Castaña

La gata sale a cantar, envuelta en adrenalina

y perfuma el esenario, con inciensos y licinas

con un codigo de tango, sin libros y sin escuela

y te lo dice pintando, con colores de acuarela.

El mejor de los cantores, tiene la vieja enseñanza

de callar cuando se debe y de hablar cuando hace falta

gata mojada de lluvia que aligerando los vicios

sale a andar por las cornizas

sin caer al precipicio

Parece una atorranta cuando canta

Parece que se deja y no se deja

Te da la sensación cuando camina

que en vez de una mujer, llegan dos minas

Parece medio loca y que provoca

porque el tango en su boca es un gemido

Parece que ya nada le sorprende

parece saber todo de la vida

parece, pero no es lo que parece

es una gata herida

Los que cantan a los gritos seguiran siendo aprendices

porque el tango no se canta, porque al tango se lo dice

con la pausa y el silencio al que aluden los poetas

despacito poco a poco, para que entiendan la letra

Cuando el publico no escucha, la gata tiene el orgullo

de tener la mente fresca, en el medio del barullo

yo tambien escribo y canto sin libros y sin escuela

despacito poco a poco

como la gata Varela…

Parece una atorranta cuando canta

Parece que se deja y no se deja

Te da la sensación cuando camina

que en vez de una mujer, llegan dos minas

Parece medio loca y que provoca

porque el tango en su boca es un gemido

Parece que ya nada le sorprende

parece saber todo de la vida

parece, pero no es lo que parece

es una gata herida

The cat comes out to sing, wrapped in adrenaline

and perfumes the stage, with incense and licines

with a code of tango, without books and without school

and she tells you by painting, with watercolor colors.

The best of singers, he has the old teaching

to be silent when you should and to speak when you need to

cat wet from rain that lightens the vices

she goes out to walk on the cornices

without falling off the cliff

She looks like a bitch when she sings

It seems that she leaves and does not leave

She gives you the feeling when she walks

that instead of a woman, two mines arrive

She seems half crazy and that provokes

because the tango in her mouth is a moan

It seems that nothing surprises him anymore

she seems to know everything about life

she seems, but she is not what she seems

she is a wounded cat

Those who sing loudly will continue to be apprentices

because tango is not sung, because tango is said so

with the pause and silence to which the poets allude

slowly little by little, so that they understand the lyrics

When the public does not listen, the cat has the pride

to have a fresh mind, in the middle of the hubbub

I also write and sing without books and without school

slowly little by little

like the cat Varela…

She looks like a rabble when she sings

It seems that she leaves and does not leave

She gives you the feeling when she walks

that instead of a woman, two mines arrive

She seems half crazy and what causes

because the tango in her mouth is a moan

It seems that nothing surprises him anymore

she seems to know everything about life

it seems, but it is not what it seems

she is a wounded cat