Paroles et traduction Pablo Ahmad - La Gata Varela

La Gata Varela

La gata sale a cantar
Envuelta en adrenalina
Y perfuma el escenario
Con inciencios y glisinas
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 la cornisa

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 te 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 te 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

La Gata Varela

The cat comes out to sing
Wrapped in adrenaline
And perfumes the stage
With incense and wisteria
With a tango code
Without books and without school
And he tells you by painting
With watercolor colors

The best of the singers
Has the old teachings
To shut up when you should
And to speak when you need to
Cat wet with rain
Who, lightening the vices
Goes out to walk on the ledge

Without falling into the precipice

You look like a bum
When you sing
You seem to let yourself go
And you don't let yourself go
You give the feeling
When you walk
That instead of one woman,
There come two girls
You seem half crazy
And you provoke me
Because the tango in your mouth
Is a moan
He does not seem to be surprised by anything anymore
He seems to know everything about life

It seems but it is not what it seems
It is a wounded cat

Those who sing screaming
Will continue to be apprentices
Because the tango is not sung
Because the tango is told
With the pause and the silence

To which poets allude
Slowly, little by little
So that they understand the lyrics

When the audience doesn't listen
The cat has the pride
To have a fresh mind
In the middle of the hubbub
I also write and sing
Without books and without school
Slowly, little by little
Like the cat Varela

You look like a bum
When you sing
You seem to let yourself go
And you don't let yourself go
You give the feeling
When you walk
That instead of one woman,
There come two girls
You seem half crazy
And you provoke me
Because the tango in your mouth
Is a moan
He does not seem to be surprised by anything anymore
He seems to know everything about life
It seems but it is not what it seems
It is a wounded cat