Letra de Enrique Santos Discépolo
Música de Enrique Santos Discépolo
Compuesto en 1928
For being good, you put me into misery
you left me in the palm tree, you even stole my color.
In six months you bankrupted my little market, the stand at the fair,
the hooks, the counter…
Thief!
You even stole my love…
Now
a woman scares me so much
that if one approaches me on the street
I stand by next to a cop.
What really makes me so mad
is to have being so stupid.
It’s been a month since I suspected
what I’ve learned yesterday.
It wasn’t me who were after
your resources of woman…
Today I find out that your mother,
«noble widower of a warrior»,
is the most famous thieve
that set footon the 33rd precint.
And I’ve known that the «warrior»
who died with full honors,
didn’t die, nor he was a warrior
-as you lied to me-
He’s in jail booked
as a hit man hooligan,
professor of truncheon,
scroundel and swindler.
All of you skimmed me out with the razor
your figure was the hook where I happen to get caught,
You, the widow and the warrior swallowed
what took me ten years of patience and hard work…
Thieves!
You, your old lady and your dad.
Watch out!
Take carebecauseshe is on the loose,
if she catchesyou, she flips you upside down
she won’t give youtime to run.
What really makes me so mad
is to have being so stupid.