Viejo Smoking - Julio Sosa

Campaneá cómo el cotorro va quedando despoblado

Todo el lujo es la catrera compadreando sin colchón

Y mirá este pobre mozo cómo ha perdido el estado

Amargado, pobre y flaco como perro de botón

Poco a poco todo ha ido de cabeza p’al empeño

Se dio juego de pileta y hubo que echarse a nadar…

Sólo vos te vas salvando porque pa' mi sos un sueño

Del que quiera Dios que nunca me vengan a despertar

Viejo smocking de los tiempos

En que yo también tallaba…

¡Cuánta papusa garaba

En tus solapas lloró!

Solapas que con su brillo

Parece que encandilaban

Y que donde iba sentaban

Mi fama de gigoló

Yo no siento la tristeza de saberme derrotado

Y no me amarga el recuerdo de mi pasado esplendor;

No me arrepiento del vento ni los años que he tirado

Pero lloro al verme solo, sin amigos, sin amor;

Sin una mano que venga a llevarme una parada

Sin una mujer que alegre el resto de mi vivir…

¡Vas a ver que un día de éstos te voy a poner de almohada

Y, tirao en la catrera, me voy a dejar morir!

Viejo smocking, cuántas veces

Bell how the parrot is becoming depopulated

All the luxury is the compadreando without a mattress

And look at this poor boy how he has lost his state

Bitter, poor and skinny as a button dog

Little by little everything has gone upside down for the effort

There was a pool game and we had to start swimming...

Only you are saving yourself because for me you are a dream

The one that God wants that they never come to wake me up

old times tuxedo

In which I also carved...

how much papusa garaba

In your lapels he cried!

Flaps you with your shine

It seems that they dazzled

And that where he went they sat

My gigolo fame

I do not feel the sadness of knowing that I have been defeated

And the memory of my past splendor does not make me bitter;

I don't regret the wind or the years I've wasted

But I cry when I see myself alone, without friends, without love;

Without a hand coming to take me to a stop

Without a woman to cheer up the rest of my life...

You are going to see that one of these days I am going to put you as a pillow

And throw yourself in the saddle, I'm going to let myself die!

Old smocking, how many times