Ataque de Tos - Joaquín Sabina

Tendrías que haber visto el careto

Angelical de un servidor

El dia de mi primera comunión

Disfrazado de contraalmirante

Y repeinado el pelo con fijador

No veas como era el cante

Que iba dando yo

Cuando el párroco se inclinó

Hacia mí temblé de emoción;

Iba a llegar

A mis labios el dulce manjar…

Pero no

Pude recibir el sacramento

Me lo impidió un violento

Ataque de tos

Dieciseis veranos después

Me ví de pingüino ante el altar otra vez

Decidido a casarme, por fin, con Mari Cruz

Al sonar la marcha nupcial

A mi pobre suegra le dió por llorar

Me hizo un guiño la novia

Bajo el velo de tul

«¿Quieres -Dijo Fray Bernabé-

Por esposa a esta mujer?»

Raudo y feliz

Iba yo a responder que sí…

Pero no

Pude consumar el casamiento

Me lo impidió un violento

Ataque de tos

Cuando la perentela que nunca me tragó

Supo que me moría

Alrededor del lecho de dolor

Velaron noche y día;

Pero no soy tan tonto para no advertir

Que al calorcillo de la herencia

Se reconcilian Abel y Cain

Y el tajo pasa por Valencia

La bruja de mi nuera «papa

-me dijo- le conviene testar

Póngase usted

Gafas, le traigo pluma y papel»…

Pero no

Conseguí firmar el testamento

Porque me mató un violento

Ataque de tos

Pero no

Pude recibir el sacramento

Me lo impidió un violento

Ataque de tos

Pero no

Pude consumar el casamiento

Me lo impidió un violento

Ataque de tos

Pero no

Conseguí firmar el testamento

Porque me mató un violento

Ataque de tos

You should have seen the mask

Angelic of a servant

The day of my first communion

Disguised as a rear admiral

And recombed the hair with fixative

Don't see how the cante was

What was I giving?

When the priest bowed

Towards me I trembled with emotion;

I was going to arrive

To my lips the sweet delicacy...

But no

I was able to receive the sacrament

I was prevented by a violent

Coughing attack

sixteen summers later

I saw myself as a penguin at the altar again

Decided to finally marry Mari Cruz

At the sound of the wedding march

My poor mother-in-law started crying

She winked at me the girlfriend

Under the veil of tulle

«Do you want -said Fray Bernabé-

For a wife to this woman?

swift and happy

I was going to answer yes...

But no

I was able to consummate the marriage

I was prevented by a violent

Coughing attack

When the perentela that never swallowed me

She knew that she was dying for me

Around the bed of pain

They watched night and day;

But I'm not foolish enough not to notice

That in the warmth of the inheritance

Abel and Cain reconcile

And the pit passes through Valencia

The witch of my daughter-in-law «papa

-she told me- it is convenient for you to test

put on you

Glasses, I bring you a pen and paper»…

But no

I managed to sign the will

Because I was killed by a violent

Coughing attack

But no

I was able to receive the sacrament

I was prevented by a violent

Coughing attack

But no

I was able to consummate the marriage

I was prevented by a violent

Coughing attack

But no

I managed to sign the will

Because I was killed by a violent

Coughing attack