Cacho Castaña — La Gata Varela song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Gata Varela" by Cacho Castaña.
Lyrics
La gata sale a cantar, envuelta en adrenalina
y perfuma el esenario, con inciensos y licinas
con un codigo de tango, sin libros y sin escuela
y te lo dice pintando, con colores de acuarela.
El mejor de los cantores, tiene la vieja enseñanza
de callar cuando se debe y de hablar cuando hace falta
gata mojada de lluvia que aligerando los vicios
sale a andar por las cornizas
sin caer al precipicio
Parece una atorranta cuando canta
Parece que se deja y no se deja
Te da la sensación cuando camina
que en vez de una mujer, llegan dos minas
Parece medio loca y que provoca
porque el tango en su boca es un gemido
Parece que ya nada le sorprende
parece saber todo de la vida
parece, pero no es lo que parece
es una gata herida
Los que cantan a los gritos seguiran siendo aprendices
porque el tango no se canta, porque al tango se lo dice
con la pausa y el silencio al que aluden los poetas
despacito poco a poco, para que entiendan la letra
Cuando el publico no escucha, la gata tiene el orgullo
de tener la mente fresca, en el medio del barullo
yo tambien escribo y canto sin libros y sin escuela
despacito poco a poco
como la gata Varela…
Parece una atorranta cuando canta
Parece que se deja y no se deja
Te da la sensación cuando camina
que en vez de una mujer, llegan dos minas
Parece medio loca y que provoca
porque el tango en su boca es un gemido
Parece que ya nada le sorprende
parece saber todo de la vida
parece, pero no es lo que parece
es una gata herida
Lyrics translation
The cat goes out to sing, wrapped in adrenaline
and perfume the essenary, with incense and licinae
with a tango code, no books and no school
and he tells you by painting, in watercolor colors.
The best of singers, has the old teaching
to shut up when it is necessary and to speak when it is necessary
wet cat rain that lightening the vices
he goes out on the ledge
without falling to the precipice
She looks like a jam when she sings
It seems to be left and not left
It gives you the feeling when you walk
that instead of a woman, two mines arrive
She seems kind of crazy and it causes
because the tango in his mouth is a groan
It seems that nothing surprises him anymore
he seems to know everything about life
it seems, but it's not what it seems
it's a wounded cat.
Those who sing to the cries will continue to be apprentices
because the tango is not sung, because the tango is told
with the pause and silence alluded to by poets
slowly little by little, so that they understand the letter
When the audience does not listen, the cat has pride
to keep your mind fresh, in the middle of the noise
I also write and sing without books and without school
slowly little by little
like the Varela cat…
She looks like a jam when she sings
It seems to be left and not left
It gives you the feeling when you walk
that instead of a woman, two mines arrive
She seems kind of crazy and it causes
because the tango in his mouth is a groan
It seems that nothing surprises him anymore
he seems to know everything about life
it seems, but it's not what it seems
it's a wounded cat.