Llegando la noche
recién te levantas
y sales ufano
a buscar un beguén.*
Lucís con orgullo
tu estampa elegante
sentado muy muelle
en tu regia baqué.
Paseás por Corrientes,
paseas por Florida,
te das una vida
mejor que un pachá.
De regios programas
tenés a montones...
Con clase y dinero
de todo tendrás.
Pero yo sé que metido
vivís penando un querer,
que querés hallar olvido
cambiando tanta mujer...
Yo sé que en las madrugadas,
cuando las farras dejás,
sentís tu pecho oprimido
por un recuerdo querido
y te ponés a llorar.
Con tanta aventura,
con toda tu andanza,
llevaste tu vida
tan sólo al placer.
Con todo el dinero
que siempre has tenido
todos tus caprichos
lograste vencer.
Pensar que ese brillo
que fácil ostentas
no sabe la gente
que es puro disfraz.
Tu orgullo de necio
muy bien los engaña...
No quieres que nadie
lo sepa jamás.
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Night is falling
You’ve just awakened
and happily you set out
to pick up your latest conquest.
You show off with pride
your elegant appearance
seated very comfortably
in your snazzy sports car.
You drive along Corrientes,
your drive along Florida,
you lead a life
better than any pasha.
You’ve got piles of
magnificent plans...
With money and class
you’ll have all of that.
But I know that inside
you’re still grieving for a love
that you’re trying to forget
by changing women all the time.
I know that in the wee hours,
when you leave those wild parties,
you feel your heart burdened
by a fond memory
and you start to cry.
With so many affairs,
with all your adventures,
you dedicated your life
to pleasure alone.
With all the money
you’ve always had
you’ve managed to
conquer your every desire.
To think that this brilliance
that you facilely flaunt,
people don’t know
that it’s pure disguise.
Your foolish pride
fools them completely...
You hoped that no one
would ever know.
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