Singer: Lucio DEMAREComposer: Lucio DemareAuthor: Agustín Irusta y Roberto Fugazot
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Lyrics
Dandy, ahora te llaman los que no te conocieron cuando entonces eras terrán, porque pasás por niño bien y ahora te creen que sos un gran bacán; mas yo sé, dandy, que sos un seco, y en el barrio se comentan fulerías, para tu mal... Cuando sepan que sos confidente, tus amigos del café te piantarán. Has nacido en una cuna de malevos, calaveras, de vivillos y otras yerbas... Sin embargo, ¡quién diria!, en el circo de la vida siempre fuistes un chabón. Entre la gente del hampa no has tenido performance, pero dicen los pipiolos que se ha corrido la bolilla y han junado que sos un gran batidor... Dandy, en vez de darte tanto corte pensá un poco en tu viejita y en su dolor. Tu pobre hermana en el taller su vida entrega con entero amor y por las noches su almita enferma, con la de su madrecita en una sola sufriendo están... Pero un dia, cuando nieve en tu cabeza, a tu hermana y a tu vieja llorarás.
English translation
Dude, now they call you those who didn't know you when you were you were a terran, because you pass for a good boy and now they think you're a great big shot; but I know, dandy, that you are dry, and in the neighborhood they talk nonsense, to your discomfort... When they know that you are a confidant, your friends at the café will pity you. You were born in a cradle of malevos, calaveras, and other weeds... However, who would have thought! in the circus of life you were always a kid. Among the people of the underworld you had no performance, but the pipiolos say that they have spread the word and they have found that you are a great beater... Dude, instead of giving yourself so much cut, think a little bit about your old lady and her pain. Your poor sister in the workshop her life is given with all her love and at night her sick soul, with that of her little mother are suffering as one... But one day, when it snows in your head, your sister and your old lady you will cry.
