Текст и перевод песни Michel - Mujer de Cabaret

Mujer de Cabaret

Caminando sin parar
Como un hombre demente
Como un barco a la deriva
Que no tiene donde llegar

Hundido en su despecho
Un gitana le contó
Que por la mujer que usted llora
Ya hace tiempo lo olvidó

Le siguió leyendo las cartas
Hasta el punto de decir
Que la dueña de sus penas
Le gusta la vida fácil

Le respondió que él no creía
Porque lo tenía que ver
Que le diera la dirección
Pa'l poderse convencer

Siguió el camino
En busca de aquella mujer
La que un día se marchó
Y que a cumplir un contrato

Muy decidido
Con sus ojos pudo ver
El trabajo de su mujer
Era prestar servicio en un cabaret

De sus ojos salieron lágrimas
Y entonces le pregunté
Que si la regla de su contrato
Era vender su cuepo

Y entonces ella le contestó (compa'e)
Con una mirada nerviosa
Que ella allí sílo trabajaba
En el armario brillando copas

De sus ojos salieron lágrimas
Y una miradita nerviosa
Que ella allí sílo trabajaba
En el armario brillando copas

Del timbo al tambo andas tú
Ese era el trabajo y tu guandaco
Pensaste que el bobo era yo
Que me iba a comer ese cuento

Mírale la boca bien coloreada
Y esa cara pintorreteada
Y una licrita bien pegada
Que toda la fruta se marcaba

Del timbo al tambo andas tú
Ese era el trabajo y tu guandaco
Pensaste que el bobo era yo
Que me iba a comer ese cuento

Mírale la boca bien coloreada
Y esa cara pintorreteada
Y una licrita bien pegada
Que toda la fruta se marcaba

De sus ojos salieron lágrimas
Y entonces le preguntó
Que si la regla de su contrato
Era vender su cuepo

Y entonces ella le contestó (compa'e)
Con una mirada nerviosa
Que ella allí sólo trabajaba
En el armario brillando copas
En el armario brillando copas

Cabaret Woman

Walking around aimlessly
Like a madman
Like a boat adrift
With nowhere to go

Drowning in his sorrow
A gypsy woman told him
That the woman you cry for
Has long since forgotten you

She continued to read his cards
To the point of saying
That the mistress of his pain
Enjoys the easy life

He replied that he didn't believe it
Because he had to see it for himself
He asked her for the address
To be able to convince himself

He followed the road
In search of that woman
The one who left one day
And went to fulfill a contract

Determined
With his own eyes he could see
His wife's job
It was to provide services in a cabaret

Tears welled up in his eyes
And then he asked her
If the rule of her contract
Was to sell her body

And then she said to him (friend)
With a nervous look
That she only worked there
In the closet, polishing glasses

Tears welled up in his eyes
And a nervous look
That she only worked there
In the closet, polishing glasses

You've been running around in circles
That was the job and your cover story
You thought I was a fool
That I would believe that story

Look at her mouth, how red it is
And that painted face
And some lipstick so thick
That it marks all the fruit

You've been running around in circles
That was the job and your cover story
You thought I was a fool
That I would believe that story

Look at her mouth, how red it is
And that painted face
And some lipstick so thick
That it marks all the fruit

Tears welled up in his eyes
And then he asked her
If the rule of her contract
Was to sell her body

And then she said to him (friend)
With a nervous look
That she only worked there
In the closet, polishing glasses
In the closet, polishing glasses