Le Gustaba Jujuy - Cacho Castaña

Le gustaba Jujuy, cuando llovía

inventaba contratos que no existían

la cosa era escapar, llegar al norte

y entre Salta y Jujuy pasar las noches

Trovador de los charcos en la montaña

te inventaste una gira y hoy se te extraña

en el cielo estarás muy aburrido

porque están con el diablo nuestros amigos

Romeo, que tenías las ilusiones

de encontrar una Julieta por los balcones

corriendo te cruzaste en el andén

y por andar apurado te equivocaste de tren

De noche por Jujuy en las esquinas

siempre lo ven caminar adonde el pueblo termina

de smoking negro con estrellas la solapa

y entre sombras y balcones regalando serenatas

Dónde están tus camisas de luna y brillo?

los duendes que dormían en tus bolsillos

andarán como yo desorientados

de tu percha quedamos todos colgados

Poeta que de noche por las esquinas

inventabas romances que no existían

hermano de aventuras y de bohemia

al quedarme sin vos, quedé de seña

Romeo, que tenías las ilusiones

de encontrar una Julieta por los balcones

corriendo te cruzaste en el andén

y por andar apurado te equivocaste de tren

De noche por Jujuy en las esquinas

siempre lo ven caminar adonde el pueblo termina

de smoking negro con estrellas la solapa

y entre sombras y balcones regalando serenatas

Le gustaba Jujuy, cuando llovía…

«Hermano Bochi, este recuerdo es para vos,

Bochi Iacopetti»

He liked Jujuy, when it rained

he invented contracts that did not exist

the thing was to escape, to reach the north

and between Salta and Jujuy spend the nights

Troubadour of the puddles in the mountain

you invented a tour and today you are missed

in heaven you will be very bored

because our friends are with the devil

Romeo, you had the illusions

to find a Juliet on the balconies

running you crossed paths on the platform

and because you were in a hurry you took the wrong train

At night in Jujuy on the corners

They always see him walk where the town ends

black tuxedo with stars on the lapel

and between shadows and balconies giving serenades

Where are your moon and shine shirts?

the goblins that slept in your pockets

they will be like me disoriented

from your hanger we are all hanging

Poet who at night on the corners

you invented romances that did not exist

brother of adventures and bohemia

when I was left without you, I was left as a sign

Romeo, you had the illusions

to find a Juliet on the balconies

running you crossed paths on the platform

and because you were in a hurry you took the wrong train

At night in Jujuy on the corners

They always see him walk where the town ends

black tuxedo with stars on the lapel

and between shadows and balconies giving serenades

He liked Jujuy, when it rained…

«Brother Bochi, this memory is for you,

Bochi Iacopetti»