El Motivo - Orquesta de Anibal Troilo, Anibal Troilo, Roberto Goyeneche

Mina que fue en otros tiempos

la más pura milonguera,

y en esas noches tangueras

fue la reina del festin…

Hoy no tiene pa' ponerse

ni zapatos, ni vestidos;

anda enferma y el amigo

no ha aportado para el bulin…

Ya no tienen sus ojazos

esos fuertes resplandores,

y en su cara los colores

se le ven palidecer…

Y esta enferma, sufre y llora

y manya con sentimiento,

de que asi, enferma y sin vento,

nadie más la va a querer…

Pobre paica que ha tenido

a la gente rechiflada

y supo con la mirada

conquistar una pasión…

Hoy no tiene quien se arrime

por cariño a su cartera

pobre paica arrabalera

que quedo sin corazón…

Y cuando de los bandoneones

se oyen las notas de un tango,

pobre florcita de fango

siente tu alma vibrar…

las nostalgias de otros tiempos,

de placeres y de amores…

!

Hoy solo son sinsabores!

que la invitan a llorar…

Mine that was in other times

the purest milonguera,

and on those tango nights

she was the queen of the feast...

Today you don't have to wear

no shoes, no dresses;

she is sick and the friend

He has not contributed to the bulin…

They no longer have their big eyes

those strong lights,

and on her face the colors

they look pale...

And she is sick, she suffers and cries

and she manya with feeling,

that she like this, sick and windless,

no one else is going to want her...

Poor paica that she has had

to the crazy people

and she knew with her eyes

conquer a passion...

She today she has no one to come

out of love for your wallet

poor slum paica

I'm heartless...

And when the bandoneons

the notes of a tango are heard,

poor little flower of mud

feel your soul vibrate…

the nostalgia of other times,

of pleasures and loves…

!

Today they are only disappointments!

that invite her to cry…