Текст и перевод песни Adriana Varela - Boleta

Boleta

Fue lo que se dice un artista y creo
Que, nunca hubo un grata más suave y tranquilo
Que mano de seda tenía pa'l pungueo
Ya fuera de shuca, sotana o de grilo...

Fue mi gran amigo espianta-cartera
Que al darle confianza se pasó de rana
Me espiantó la nami -trompa de una timba-
Y encima de ortiva me batió la cana.

Y en Devoto entre tentis refundido
El garrón que me disté me lo como
Y al final te estoy agradecido
Por piantarme esa nami que era un plomo.

Te debo un vuelto acaso una bicoca
Para saldar la deuda, gran berreta,
Y te prometo por lo que a mi me toca
Que apenas salga, chau
Ya sos boleta.

Ballot

It was what you could call an artist, and I think
That, there was never a pickpocket smoother and quieter
He had a silken touch for the strokes
Whether in a suit, a cassock or a pinstripe...

He was my great friend, the wallet-lifter
Who, after being trusted, became too bold
He stole my money - a hefty amount from a job -
And to add insult to injury, he got me arrested.

And in Devoto, among the lowlifes, I'll get over
The blow that you dealt me, I'm not bitter
And in the end, I'm grateful to you
For making me ditch that money that was a burden.

I owe you a return, perhaps a trifle
To settle the debt, you great loser,
And I promise you, as far as I'm concerned
As soon as I get out, ciao,
You're toast.