Lyrics of La Gata Varela - Cacho Castaña

La Gata Varela (original)

La gata sale a cantar, envuelta en adrenalina
y perfuma el esenario, con inciensos y licinas
con un codigo 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 las cornizas
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 que provoca
porque el tango en su boca es un gemido
Parece que ya nada le sorprende
parece saber todo de la vida
parece, pero no es lo que parece
es una gata herida
Los que cantan a los gritos seguiran 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 publico no escucha, la gata tiene el orgullo
de tener la mente fresca, en el medio del barullo
yo tambien 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 que provoca
porque el tango en su boca es un gemido
Parece que ya nada le sorprende
parece saber todo de la vida
parece, pero no es lo que parece
es una gata herida

(translation)

The cat comes out to sing, wrapped in adrenaline
and perfumes the stage, with incense and licines
with a code of tango, without books and without school
and she tells you by painting, with watercolor colors.
The best of singers, he has the old teaching
to be silent when you should and to speak when you need to
cat wet from rain that lightens the vices
she goes out to walk on the cornices
without falling off the cliff
She looks like a bitch when she sings
It seems that she leaves and does not leave
She gives you the feeling when she walks
that instead of a woman, two mines arrive
She seems half crazy and that provokes
because the tango in her mouth is a moan
It seems that nothing surprises him anymore
she seems to know everything about life
she seems, but she is not what she seems
she is a wounded cat
Those who sing loudly will continue to be apprentices
because tango is not sung, because tango is said so
with the pause and silence to which the poets allude
slowly little by little, so that they understand the lyrics
When the public does not 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…
She looks like a rabble when she sings
It seems that she leaves and does not leave
She gives you the feeling when she walks
that instead of a woman, two mines arrive
She seems half crazy and what causes
because the tango in her mouth is a moan
It seems that nothing surprises him anymore
she seems to know everything about life
it seems, but it is not what it seems
she is a wounded cat