Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Viejo Smoking, artist - Julio Sosa. Date of issue: 03.03.2005
Song language: Spanish
Viejo Smoking(original) |
| Campaneá cómo el cotorro va quedando despoblado |
| Todo el lujo es la catrera compadreando sin colchón |
| Y mirá este pobre mozo cómo ha perdido el estado |
| Amargado, pobre y flaco como perro de botón |
| Poco a poco todo ha ido de cabeza p’al empeño |
| Se dio juego de pileta y hubo que echarse a nadar… |
| Sólo vos te vas salvando porque pa' mi sos un sueño |
| Del que quiera Dios que nunca me vengan a despertar |
| Viejo smocking de los tiempos |
| En que yo también tallaba… |
| ¡Cuánta papusa garaba |
| En tus solapas lloró! |
| Solapas que con su brillo |
| Parece que encandilaban |
| Y que donde iba sentaban |
| Mi fama de gigoló |
| Yo no siento la tristeza de saberme derrotado |
| Y no me amarga el recuerdo de mi pasado esplendor; |
| No me arrepiento del vento ni los años que he tirado |
| Pero lloro al verme solo, sin amigos, sin amor; |
| Sin una mano que venga a llevarme una parada |
| Sin una mujer que alegre el resto de mi vivir… |
| ¡Vas a ver que un día de éstos te voy a poner de almohada |
| Y, tirao en la catrera, me voy a dejar morir! |
| Viejo smocking, cuántas veces |
| (translation) |
| Bell how the parrot is becoming depopulated |
| All the luxury is the compadreando without a mattress |
| And look at this poor boy how he has lost his state |
| Bitter, poor and skinny as a button dog |
| Little by little everything has gone upside down for the effort |
| There was a pool game and we had to start swimming... |
| Only you are saving yourself because for me you are a dream |
| The one that God wants that they never come to wake me up |
| old times tuxedo |
| In which I also carved... |
| how much papusa garaba |
| In your lapels he cried! |
| Flaps you with your shine |
| It seems that they dazzled |
| And that where he went they sat |
| My gigolo fame |
| I do not feel the sadness of knowing that I have been defeated |
| And the memory of my past splendor does not make me bitter; |
| I don't regret the wind or the years I've wasted |
| But I cry when I see myself alone, without friends, without love; |
| Without a hand coming to take me to a stop |
| Without a woman to cheer up the rest of my life... |
| You are going to see that one of these days I am going to put you as a pillow |
| And throw yourself in the saddle, I'm going to let myself die! |
| Old smocking, how many times |