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Alfredo DE ANGELISAlfredo DE ANGELIStango1949-12-134 videos
Singer: Alfredo DE ANGELISSinger 2: Julio MartelComposer: Fernando MontoniAuthor: Máximo Orsi

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Pernocta por los barrios, es mueble sin moldura
se vino para abajo de tanto compadrear,
fue rey de los bailongos, un tipo caradura
que a fuerza de cañemu, se hizo popular.
Paseaba por Florida, de tarde bien trajeado,
tenía apartamento parado a todo tren.
La suerte de un biabazo me lo dejó amurado
perdido en el misterio del mundo sin tovén.

¡Carro viejo! Sos paquete
como hechura 'e barrilete
va quedando tu armazón.
Escucha lo que te digo
vos sabés que soy tu amigo,
puedo darte mi opinión:
date vuelta, juná el mundo,
vos sabés que soy profundo
cuando me pongo a tallar.
No manyaste el escolazo,
se te fue la bronca al mazo
al ponerte a barajar.

Andá por Campichuelo, cortá por Triunvirato,
que puede que el camino no se haga tan pesao.
Estás hecho fiambre, te queda poco rato,
la vida es siempre justa, tiráte pa' aquel lao,
la perra neurastenia te sigue consumiendo
y sos el prototipo que va engrupiendo amor.
Perdiste la memoria, no ves te estás muriendo,
cortá pa' Triunvirato que vas a estar mejor.
English translation
He sleeps in the neighborhoods, he is a piece of furniture without molding
he fell down from so much chumming,
he was the king of the bailongos, a bold guy
that by dint of cañemu, became popular.
He strolled around Florida, in the afternoon, well dressed,
he had an apartment at full speed.
The luck of a biabazo left him to me
lost in the mystery of the world without tovén.

Old car! You are a package
like a kite
your frame is falling apart.
Listen to what I tell you
you know I'm your friend,
I can give you my opinion:
turn around, bring the world together,
you know I'm deep
when I start to carve.
You didn't get the scolazo,
your anger went to the deck
when you started to shuffle.

Go through Campichuelo, cut through Triunvirato,
maybe the road won't be so heavy.
You're dead meat, you don't have much time left,
life is always fair, throw yourself over there,
the bitch neurasthenia continues to consume you
and you're the prototype that's growing in love.
You've lost your memory, don't you see you're dying,
cut to Triunvirato, you'll be better off.

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