Roberto Firpo — Ivette song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Ivette" by Roberto Firpo.
Lyrics
En la puerta de un boliche
Un bacán encurdelado
Recordando su pasado
Que la china lo dejó
Entre los humos de caña
Retornan a su memoria
Esas páginas de historia
Que su corazón grabó
Bulín que ya no te veo
Catre que ya no apolillo
Mina que de puro esquillo
Con otro bacán se fue;
Prenda que fuiste el encanto
De toda la muchachada
Y que por una pavada
Te acoplaste a un no sé qué…
¡Qué te ha de dar ese otro
Que tu viejo no te ha dado!
¿No te acordás que he robado
Pa que no falte el bullón?
¿No te acordás cuando en cana
Te mandaba en cuadernitos
Aquellos lindos versitos
Nacidos del corazón?
¿No te acordás que conmigo
Usaste el primer sombrero
Y aquel cinturón de cuero
Que a otra mina le saqué?
¿No te traje pa tu santo
Un par de zarzos de bute
Que una noche a un farabute
Del cotorro le pianté
Y con ellos unas botas
Con las cañas de gamuza
Y una pollera papusa
Hecha de seda crepé?
¿No te acordás que traía
Aquella crema lechuga
Que hasta la última verruga
De la cara te sacó?
Y aquellos polvos rosados
Que aumentaban tus colores…
Recordando sus amores
El pobre bacán lloró…
Lyrics translation
At the door of a bowling alley
A cornered nerd
Remembering your past
That china left him
Among the fumes of cane
They return to their memory
Those pages of history
That his heart engraved
I don't see you anymore
Cot that no longer apolillo
Mine that of pure chip
With another nerd he left;
Garment that you were the charm
Of all the crowd
And that for a blunder
You hooked up to a I don't know what…
What's that other guy gonna give you?
That your old man didn't give you!
Don't you remember I stole
Do not miss the Bolt?
Don't you remember when in gray
I sent you in notebooks.
Those cute little verses
Born of the heart?
Don't you remember that with me
You wore the first hat.
And that leather belt
What did I get out of another mine?
Didn't I bring you to your Saint?
A couple of brambles of bute
That one night to a farabute
Of the cotorro I planted
And with them some boots
With suede rods
And a doll skirt
Made of crepe silk?
Don't you remember I brought
That lettuce cream
That until the last wart
Out of your face?
And those pink powders
That increased your colors…
Remembering their loves
Poor boy cried…