Lyrics of Descarte - Adriana Varela

Descarte (original)

En dirección pa´l bulín
Siempre por la misma calle
La del tembloroso talle
Y los labios de carmín
Va palpitando su fín
Desde que está enferma y mal
Descarte del arrabal
Que ya me parece verte
Que te da espiante la muerte
Del lecho de un hospital…
Abandonaste tu hogar
En la flor de tus abriles
Tus caprichos infantiles
Que quisiste realizar
Y hoy, va a la iglesia, a rezar
Arrodillada, tu vieja
Le ruega a Dios, te proteja
Y te ordene regresar…
Y encima tu «shacador»
Que no la va de manguero
Por cada giorno fulero… le da
Le da un amasijo flor

(translation)

In the direction of pa'l bulín
Always on the same street
The one with the trembling waist
And lipstick lips
She is throbbing her end
Since she is sick and unwell
Disposal of the suburb
That she already seems to see you
What gives you spying death
From a hospital bed...
you left your home
In the flower of your Aprils
your childish whims
What did you want to do?
And today, he goes to church, to pray
Kneeling, your old
Pray to God, protect you
And ordered you to return...
And on top of your «shacador»
That she does not go to hose
For each fulero giorno… he gives
She gives him a flower mash