Fatal y tanguera

Si Dios, en cada mujer,
puso un corazón de madre
se olvidó de vos, cobarde,
que nunca podrás querer.
Andrajoso y sin comer,
te espera en el viejo altillo
el inocente chiquillo
fruto de tu carnaval.
El que ha venido a estorbar
en tu carrera de loca...
al que le tapás la boca
cuando te grita: ¡Mamá!

Mascarita fatal y tanguera,
en tu mesa no falta un bacán,
empapando tu alma nochera
con botellas de caro champán.
Y en tu nido te espera el purrete,
el que pide un pedazo de pan,
el que nunca ha tenido juguetes,
ni caricias de amor maternal.

Si no sos para el hogar,
ya que tu vida es un tango,
no manchés, mujer, con fango
al purrete angelical.
En una casa especial
tendrá instrucción y buen nombre.
Dejalo que se haga hombre,
ajeno a tu carnaval.
Así no te va a estorbar
en tu carrera de loca,
al que le tapás la boca
cuando te grita: ¡Mamá!

English translation

If God, in every woman
put a mother's heart
he forgot you, coward,
that you can never love.
Ragged and uneaten,
awaits you in the old attic
the innocent little boy
fruit of your carnival.
The one who has come to get in the way
in your crazy career...
who you cover his mouth
when he shouts: Mom!

Fatal and tango mask,
at your table there's no lack of a bacán,
drenching your nochera soul
with bottles of expensive champagne.
And in your nest the purrete awaits you,
the one who asks for a piece of bread,
the one who has never had toys,
nor caresses of maternal love.

If you are not for the home
since your life is a tango,
don't stain, woman, with mud
the angelic purr.
In a special house
he'll have instruction and a good name.
Let him become a man,
outside your carnival.
So he won't get in your way
in your crazy career,
to whom you cover his mouth
when he shouts: Mom!