Roberto Goyeneche — Cordón song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Cordón" by Roberto Goyeneche.
Lyrics
Duro, como el alma de un fronton
sos un penal de curdas y mosquitos,
Largo y pisoteado cinturon
de una ciudad que va creciendo a gritos
Si te habras mamado de alquitran,
de pucho y celofan de correntadas;
panteon de rata enamorada,
que cruza sin mirar, el callejon,
Sobre el almanaque de tu piel,
corrio la miel de trompos y querellas
viejo cordon de mi vereda
la luna y el hollin te hicieron gris.
Contame un poco mas, del tiempo aquel
en que el tranvia te afeitaba,
cueando la noche era un hollin,
de taco y de carmin en la enramada
Contame un poco mas, del tiempo aquel
que se llevo la alcantarilla,
viejo cordon de mi vereda,
el unico peaton, sos vos.
Sobre el almanaque de tu piel…
Lyrics translation
Hard, like the soul of a pediment
you're a Kurds and mosquitoes penal,
Long and trampled belt
from a city that's growing up screaming
If you've sucked on tar,
of pucho and cellophane;
love rat pantheon,
that crosses without looking, the alley,
On the almanac of your skin,
I ran the honey of tubes and quarrels
old cordon from my sidewalk
the moon and the hollin made you Gray.
Tell me a little more about that time.
when the tram was shaving you,
queuing the night was a hollin,
of taco and carmine in the boardroom
Tell me a little more about that time.
that took the sewer,
old cordon from my sidewalk,
the only pedestrian, you are.
On the almanac of your skin…