Nick Jones and Diana Cruz, "Guapo y Varón", 1/3

Español

Guapo y varón, y entre la gente de avería, patrón, por tu coraje y sangre fría... Impone obediencia tu sola presencia, en toda ocasión... Pero yo se que el puñal de unos ojos oscuros, ojos cándidos y puros, se clavó en tu corazón... Y hoy llorás, malevo fuerte, vos que nunca lagrimeaste ni aflojaste ante la muerte; suplicás una mirada, vos que siempre te copaste sin permiso la parada. Ya de audaz no hacés alarde, pues te duele la rodada y aprendiste un poco tarde, que el guapo se vuelve cobarde y no vale prepotencia cuando talla la pasión. Me has confesao, por el vapor de la bebida mareao, que no te importa ya la vida y que antes de verla con otro y perderla quisieras morir... Y al recordar que la ingrata burló tu cariño sollozabas como un niño que aprendió lo que es sufrir.

English

Handsome and male, and among the people of the breakdown, patron, for your courage and cold-bloodedness... Your presence alone your presence alone, on every occasion... But I know that the dagger of dark eyes.., candid and pure eyes, was stabbed into your heart... And today you cry, you strong malevo, you who never cried and never gave up in the face of death; you beg for a glance, you who always took without permission to stop. You no longer boast of being bold because you're in pain and you learned a little late, that the handsome becomes a coward and arrogance is worthless when you carve the passion. You have confessed to me, by the vapor of the drink dizzy, that you no longer care about life and that before you see her with another and lose it you would like to die... And remembering that the ungrateful one mocked your affection you sobbed like a child who learned what it is to suffer.