De vuelta al bulin

Percanta que arrepentida
de tu juida
has vuelto al bulín,
con todos los despechos
que vos me has hecho, te perdoné...
Cuántas veces contigo
y con mis amigos
me encurdelé,
y en una noche de atorro
en el cotorro no te encontré.

Te busqué por todo el cuarto,
imaginándome, mi vida,
que estuvieras escondida
para darme un alegrón.
Luego vi si del ropero
la ropa ya habías quitado,
y al ver que la habías llevado
lagrimeó mi corazón.

La carta de despedida
que me dejaste al irte,
decia que ibas a unirte
con quien te diera otro amor.
La repasé varias veces
no podía conformarme
de que fueras a amurarme
por otro bacán mejor.

Recuerdo aquellos días
cuando me decías
mirándome:
Mi amor es sincero y puro,
y yo te juro
que te amaré.
Y que al darte un abrazo
en tus ojazos
lágrimas vi.
Yo no sé, vida mía
cómo has podido engrupirme así.

English translation

Percanta that you regret
of your juida
you have returned to the bulín,
with all the spite
that you have done to me, I forgave you...
How many times with you
and with my friends
I was in a daze,
and in a night of torment
I didn't find you in the cotorro.

I looked for you all over the room,
imagining, my life,
that you were hiding
to make me happy.
Then I saw if from the closet
the clothes you had already taken out of the wardrobe,
and when I saw that you had taken them
my heart wept.

The farewell letter
that you left me when you left
said that you were going to unite
with whoever gave you another love.
I went over it several times
I couldn't be satisfied
that you were going to love me
for another better guy.

I remember those days
when you used to tell me
looking at me:
My love is sincere and pure,
and I swear to you
that I will love you.
And that when I give you a hug
in your big eyes
I saw tears.
I don't know, my life
how you have been able to make me so angry.