Paroles et traduction Adriana Varela - Yvette

Yvette

En la puerta de un boliche
Un bacán encurdelado
Recordando su pasado
Que la china lo dejó
Entre los humos la caña
Acuden a su memoria
Esas páginas de historia
Que su corazón grabó.

Bulín que ya no te veo,
Catrera que no te toco,
Percanta que ya no embroco
Porque con otro se fue.
Mina que fuiste el encanto
De toda la muchachada
Y que por una pavada
Te acoplaste a un mishé.

Qué te ha de dar ese otario
Que tu viejo no te ha dado,
No te acordás que he robado
Pa' que no falte el bullón?
No te acordás cuando en cana
Te mandaba en cuadernitos
Aquellos lindos versitos
Nacidos del corazón?

No te acordás que conmigo
Usaste el primer sombrero
Y aquel cinturón de cuero
Que a otra mina la burré?
Y no te traje pa'tu santo
Un par de zarzos de bute
Que una noche a un farabute
Del cotorro le pianté?
Y con ellos unas botas
Con las cañas degamuza
Y una pollera papusa
Hecha de seda crepé.

No te acordás que traía
Aquella crema de lechuga
Que hasta la última verruga
De la cara te piantó?
Y aquellos polvos rosados
Que aumentaban tus colores?
Recordando sus amores
El pobre bacán lloró.

Yvette

At the door of a bowling alley
A drunk and disorderly guy
Remembering his past
That the girl left him
Between the fumes and the drink
Flock to his memory
Those pages of history
That his heart recorded.

Crimp that I can't see you anymore,
Cot that I don't touch anymore,
Percanta that I don't hit anymore
Because she went off with another.
Girl who were the charm
Of all the kids
And for a trifle
You hooked up with a good-for-nothing.

What does that idiot give you
That your old man didn't give you,
Don't you remember that I stole
So that the bull doesn't fail?
Don't you remember when I was in jail
I sent you little notebooks
Those beautiful little verses
Born from the heart?

Don't you remember that with me
You wore your first hat
And that leather belt
That I stole from another girl?
And didn't I bring you for your name day
A pair of wicker chairs
That one night I pinched from a ruffian
From the parrot house?
And with them some boots
With suede gaiters
And a Papuan skirt
Made of crepe silk.

Don't you remember that I brought
That lettuce cream
That banished every last wart
From your face?
And that pink powder
That enhanced your colors?
Recalling his loves
The poor guy cried.