Mi Chorro de Voz - Pedro Infante

Yo tenia un chorro de voz

Yo era el amo del falsete

Ay lara la

Por el canto me di al cuete

Y por fumar me dio la tos

Y de aquel chorro de voz

Solo me quedo un chisguete

Cantaba un titipuchal

Las chamacas me admiraban

Con mis cantos suspiraban

Y yo me daba a desear;

Pero hoy que quise cantar

Los gallos se alborotaban

Pobre voz que anda al garete

Por la parranda y el cuete

Por fumar y por la tos

Cuando quiero echar falsete

Solo sale un vil chisguete

De aquel chorro de voz

Yo tenia un chorro de voz

Yo me daba mi paquete

Me admiró Jorge Negrete

Pedro Vargas y otros dos

Pero del chorro de voz

Solo me quedo el chisguete

Antenoche fui a cantar

Festejaba a Casimira

Al primer compás de lira

Me empezaron a gritar

El sombrero y la chamaca

Del señor que se retira

Al que toma y al que canta

Se le pudre la garganta

Como a mi me dio la tos

Cuando quiero echar falsete

Solo sale un vil chisguete

De aquel chorro de voz

I had a jet of voice

I was the master of the falsetto

Ay lara

For the song I gave myself to the cuete

And for smoking she gave me the cough

And from that stream of voice

I only have a chip left

He sang a titipuchal

The girls admired me

With my songs they sighed

And I gave myself to be desired;

But today I wanted to sing

The roosters rioted

Poor voice that goes adrift

For the party and the cuete

From smoking and cough

When I want to falsetto

Only a vile gossip comes out

Of that stream of voice

I had a jet of voice

I gave myself my package

Jorge Negrete admired me

Pedro Vargas and two others

But from the stream of voice

I only keep the gossip

Last night I went to sing

I celebrated Casimira

To the first measure of lyre

they started yelling at me

The hat and the girl

of the lord who retires

To the one who drinks and to the one who sings

his throat rots

As it gave me the cough

When I want to falsetto

Only a vile gossip comes out

Of that stream of voice