Paroles et traduction Cacho Castaña - La Gata Varela - Live

La Gata Varela - Live

La gata sale a cantar
Envuelta en adrenalina
Y perfuma el esenario
Con inciensos y glicinas

Con un código de tango
Sin libros y sin escuela
Y te lo dice pintando
Con colores de acuarela

El mejor de los cantores
Tiene la vieja enseñanza
De callar cuando se debe
Y de hablar cuando hace falta

Gata mojada de lluvia
Que aligerando los vicios
Sale a andar por las cornizas
Sin caer al precipicio

Parece una atorranta cuando canta
Parece que se deja y no se deja
Te da la sensación cuando camina
Que en vez de una mujer, llegan dos minas

Parece medio loca y que provoca
Porque el tango en su boca es un gemido
Parece que ya nada la sorprende

Parece saber todo de la vida
Parece, pero no es lo que parece
Es una gata herida

Los que cantan a los gritos
Seguirán siendo aprendices
Porque el tango no se canta
Porque al tango se lo dice

Con la pausa y el silencio
Al que aluden los poetas despacito
Poco a poco, para que entiendan la letra
Cuando el público no escucha

La gata tiene el orgullo
De tener la mente fresca
En el medio del barullo
Yo también escribo y canto

Sin libros y sin escuela despacito
Poco a poco
Como la gata Varela

Parece una atorranta cuando canta
Parece que se deja y no se deja
Te da la sensación cuando camina
Que en vez de una mujer, llegan dos minas

Parece medio loca y que provoca
Porque el tango en su boca es un gemido
Parece que ya nada le sorprende

Parece saber todo de la vida
Parece, pero no es lo que parece
Es una gata herida...

¡Muchas gracias!
¡Muchísimas gracias!

The Varela Cat - Live

The cat comes out to sing
Wrapped in adrenaline
And perfumes the stage
With incense and wisteria

With a tango code
With no books and no school
And tells you it all
With watercolors

The best of the singers
Has the old school
Of keeping quiet when needed
And speaking when necessary

Cat drenched in the rain
That easing the vices
Goes out walking on the cornices
Without falling to the precipice

She seems like a hooligan when she sings
She seems like she's giving it all up and then doesn't
She gives you the feeling when she walks
That instead of a woman, two girls arrive

She seems half crazy and that she provokes
Because tango in her mouth is a moan
It seems that nothing surprises her anymore

She seems to know everything about life
She seems, but she's not what she seems
She's a wounded cat

Those who sing at the top of their lungs
Will remain apprentices
Because tango is not sung
Because tango is spoken

With the pause and the silence
To which the poets allude slowly
Little by little, so that the lyrics can be understood
When the audience doesn't listen

The cat has the pride
Of having a fresh mind
In the middle of the racket
I also write and sing

Without books and without school slowly
Little by little
Like the Varela cat

She seems like a hooligan when she sings
She seems like she's giving it all up and then doesn't
She gives you the feeling when she walks
That instead of a woman, two girls arrive

She seems half crazy and that she provokes
Because tango in her mouth is a moan
It seems that nothing surprises her anymore

She seems to know everything about life
She seems, but she's not what she seems
She's a wounded cat...

Thank you very much!
Thank you very much!