Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Margot, artist - Julio Sosa. Date of issue: 28.06.2017
Song language: Spanish
Margot(original) |
| Se te embroca desde lejos, pelandruna abacanada |
| Que has nacido en la miseria de un convento de arrabal… |
| Porque ay algo que te vende, yo no sé si es la mirada |
| La manera de sentarte, de mirar, de estar parada |
| O ese cuerpo acostumbrado a las pilchas de percal |
| Ese cuerpo que hoy te marca los compases tentadores |
| Del canyengue de algún tango en los brazos de algún gil |
| Mientras triunfa tu silueta y tu traje de colores |
| Entre el humo de los puros y el champán de Armenonville |
| Son macanas, no fue un guapo haragán ni prepotente |
| Ni un cafisho de averías el que al vicio te largó… |
| Vos rodaste por tu culpa y no fue inocentemente… |
| ¡berretines de bacana que tenías en la mente |
| Desde el día que un magnate cajetilla te afiló! |
| Yo recuerdo, no tenías casi nada que ponerte |
| Hoy usas ajuar de seda con rositas rococó |
| ¡me reviente tu presencia… pagaría por no verte… |
| Si hasta el nombre te han cambiado como has cambiado de suerte: |
| Ya no sos mi Margarita, ahora te llaman Margot! |
| Ahora vas con los otarios a pasarla de bacana |
| A un lujoso reservado del Petit o del Julien |
| Y tu vieja, ¡pobre vieja! |
| lava toda la semana |
| Pa' poder parar la olla, con pobreza franciscana |
| En el triste conventillo alumbrado a kerosén |
| (translation) |
| You get screwed from afar, smug fluff |
| That you were born in the misery of a convent in the suburbs... |
| Because there is something that sells you, I do not know if it is the look |
| The way of sitting, of looking, of standing |
| Or that body accustomed to percale clothes |
| That body that today marks the tempting compasses |
| Of the canyengue of some tango in the arms of some gil |
| While your silhouette and your colored suit triumph |
| Between the smoke of the cigars and the champagne of Armenonville |
| They are macanas, he was not a lazy or arrogant handsome |
| Not a cafisho of breakdowns that gave you vice... |
| You rolled because of yourself and it was not innocently... |
| bacana berets that you had in mind |
| Since the day a pack tycoon sharpened you! |
| I remember, you had almost nothing to wear |
| Today you wear silk trousseau with rococo roses |
| Your presence blows me up... I would pay not to see you... |
| If even your name has been changed as you have changed your luck: |
| You are no longer my Margarita, now they call you Margot! |
| Now you go with the otarios to have a great time |
| To a luxurious booth at the Petit or Julien |
| And your old, poor old! |
| wash all week |
| To be able to stop the pot, with Franciscan poverty |
| In the sad tenement lit by kerosene |