Lyrics of Ivette - Adriana Varela

Ivette (original)

En la puerta de un boliche
Un bacán encurdelado
Recordando su pasado
Que la china lo dejó
Entre los humos de caña
Retornan a su memoria
Esas páginas de historia
Que su corazón grabó
Bulín que ya no te veo
Catre que ya no apolillo
Mina que de puro esquillo
Con otro bacán se fue;
Prenda que fuiste el encanto
De toda la muchachada
Y que por una pavada
Te acoplaste a un no sé qué…
¡Qué te ha de dar ese otro
Que tu viejo no te ha dado!
¿No te acordás que he robado
Pa que no falte el bullón?
¿No te acordás cuando en cana
Te mandaba en cuadernitos
Aquellos lindos versitos
Nacidos del corazón?
¿No te acordás que conmigo
Usaste el primer sombrero
Y aquel cinturón de cuero
Que a otra mina le saqué?
¿No te traje pa tu santo
Un par de zarzos de bute
Que una noche a un farabute
Del cotorro le pianté
Y con ellos unas botas
Con las cañas de gamuza
Y una pollera papusa
Hecha de seda crepé?
¿No te acordás que traía
Aquella crema lechuga
Que hasta la última verruga
De la cara te sacó?
Y aquellos polvos rosados
Que aumentaban tus colores…
Recordando sus amores
El pobre bacán lloró…

(translation)

At the door of a bowling alley
A curly bacán
remembering his past
that the china left him
Among the cane smoke
They return to your memory
those pages of history
That his heart engraved on him
Bulín I don't see you anymore
Cot that no longer apolillo
Mine that of pure esquillo
With another bacán he left;
Garment that you were the charm
Of all the girl
And that for a nonsense
You coupled with an I don't know what...
What does that other have to give you?
That your old man has not given you!
Don't you remember that I've stolen
So that the bullion is not missing?
Don't you remember when in Cana
He sent you in little notebooks
those cute verses
Born from the heart?
Don't you remember that with me
You wore the first hat
And that leather belt
That I took from another mine?
Didn't I bring you for your saint
A pair of bute wattles
That one night to a farabute
I pianté him from the parrot
And with them some boots
With the chamois canes
And a papusa skirt
Made of crepe silk?
Don't you remember what he brought
that cream lettuce
That even the last wart
He took you out of the face?
And those pink powders
That your colors increased...
Remembering your loves
The poor bacán cried…