Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ivette, artist - Roberto Firpo. Date of issue: 31.10.2009
Song language: Spanish
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… |