Compadrón

Compadrito a la violeta,
si te viera Juan Malevo
qué calor te haría pasar.
No tenés siquiera un cacho
de ese barro chapaleado
por los mozos del lugar.
El escudo de los guapos
no te cuenta entre sus gules
por razones de valer.
Tus ribetes de compadre
te engrupieron, no lo dudes.
¡Ya sabrás por qué!

Compadrón
prontuariado de vivillo
entre los amigotes que te siguen,
sos pa' mí, aunque te duela,
compadre sin escuela, retazo de bacán.
Compadrón,
cuando quedes viejo y solo (¡Colo!)
y remanyes tu retrato (¡Gato!),
notarás que nada has hecho...
Tu berretín deshecho
verás desmoronar.

En la timba de la vida
sos un punto sin arrastre
sobre el naipe salidor,
y en la cancha de este mundo
sos un débil pa'l biabazo,
el chamuyo y el amor.
Aunque busques en tu verba
pintorescos contraflores
pa' munirte de cachet,
yo me digo a la sordina
¡Dios te ayude, compadrito
de papel maché!

English translation

Compadrito a la violeta,
if Juan Malevo saw you
how hot it would make you feel.
You don't even have a piece
of that mud that the local
by the local waiters.
The coat of arms of the handsome
does not count you among its gules
for reasons of worth.
Your compadre's borders
you were made a great man, don't doubt it.
You will know why!

Compadrón
with the reputation of being a rogue
among the cronies who follow you,
you're for me, even if it hurts you,
compadre without a school, a piece of bacán.
Compadron,
when you get old and alone (Colo!)
and you remane your portrait (Cat!),
you will notice that you have done nothing...
Your unraveled rant
you'll see it crumble.

In life's game
you are a point without a drag
on the salient card,
and in the court of this world
you are a weakling for the biabazo,
the chamuyo and love.
Even if you seek in your verb
picturesque counter-flowers
to give yourself a cachet,
I say to myself on the mute
God help you, compadrito
of papier-mâché!