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Ricardo Rubén

I have a friend who lives in Liniers
He's tall, handsome and dresses well
He doesn't have money, and he won't
His name is Ricardo, Ricardo Rubén
 
He combs with curlers, his skin is tanned
He sweats the shirt and his feet sweat
But I love him with faithful love
My half orange: Ricardo Rubén
 
Ricardo, Ricardo - Ricardo Rubén
I'm a heater - you're my kerosene
 
He's been in jail, more than once
For small robberies boarding a train
But he swore me to not do it again
What's his name: Ricardo Rubén
 
He has relationships with another womam
He's a pervert, he was never faithful
But when the pleasure time comes
He behaves perfectly, Ricardo Rubén
 
If one day the betraying and cruel death
May God don't let it, calls him
He'd arrive soon to the dreamed eden
Saying: Excuse me! Ricardo Rubén
 

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S.O.S. you're a tasty banana

You take life in your stride1
and you get crazy with your voitureé
you live up to date, rigurous fashion
and you never lack your one hundred banknote
 
Let dad work! I'll be a swindler
is the chorus you always wear out
and among pubs, bets and girls
you waste what your dad earns
 
Hey, Laponia! you got that name
for the suit you wore for the first time
and makes you a fashion sketch
 
Those whale eyes
relish with the scene
of the judge cheese
 
You're a cheeky, you're a clever
you're a tasty banana2
you're a good rookie
 
All those girls who want your money
and who keep your pace with smiles
from a long time are fooling you
to leave you dry and abandoned
 
While your dad works and works
every morning, behind the counter
you, as a good son, you're so stupid
that if he earns a dime, you spend two
 
Hey, Laponia! you got that name
for the suit you wore for the first time
and makes you a fashion sketch
 
That cream color Palm Beach
looks like the very symbol
of the Saint's icecream
 
You're a cheeky, you're a clever
you're a tasty banana
you're a good rookie
 
S.O.S. you're a tasty banana
 

• 1. Literally: You drink life with wine and soda
• 2. rascal

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Sauce

Sauce to live! Sauce to be happy!
Sauce to live! Sauce to be happy!
 
And my slurpy girl doesn't want to sleep
She needs a little sauce to be happy
 
The imported is expensive but it's the best
the one here is cheap but it doesn't have taste
 
With a bit of tomato and saffron
Onion, ground pepper and you'll get
a sauce to enjoy
to harden, to suck
 
At the back of my house I grew
a plant of sauce for you
I assure you sir
it's a good one, it's the best
 
Color birds you will see
when you taste this sauce I bought.
 

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Louis' Twist

If you're boring at your house
And there's no remedy for your loneliness
It means that you're mixed up
Call Louis because you'll find him
 
At a day and night party
Go-go dancing with my friends
I felt a chill in my soul
When I took his hand in the balcony
 
He's so good looking and combs with a quiff
he talks slow and never drinks alcohol
he has some eyes that when he looks at me
Everything is seen with a different colour
 
When he comes close I get nervouse
I get red if he takes me dancing
But one of those nights I get courage
And I take him straight to the altar
 
Hi! I'm Louis
Lover by profession
Blondes, Brunettes and Red-hairs
To all of them I give my love
 
Good night, I'm Louis
Lover by profession
Blondes, Brunettes and Red-hairs
To all of them I sell love
 

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Vicente

Good afternoon, have all of you
I'm Vicente, I live in la Paternal -by here-
 
Hey Gladis, explain your relatives
That I'm Vicente, and I really love you -ah! love!-
 
Boy, come inside, get upstairs
That the boss lady, is in good mood today -thank God-
 
Hey mom! Serve another dish of gnocchis
Vicente came, with the girl to lunch -how good-
 
Mr Pablo, if it's for me don't worry
Just a while ago, I lunched at the inn -what can you do-
 
It doesn't matter! Have a coffee
We have lots of things to talk -me and you-
 
Mr Pablo, I earn 200 thousand pesos
But with Gladys, we want to get married -in front of the altar-
 
Vicente, I think it's convinient
To tell you, that your income is a jazmin -don't make me laugh-
 
Oh dad! I love Vicente
And I ask you, to stop bothering -tell him, mom!-
 
You see, mom! It's always the same in this house
Why do they ask, if one can't think -goddammit-
 
But dad, don't get mad at the boys
Vicente is good, honest and working -I certify it-
 
Mrs, thanks for the flowers
We'll marry in halfway April (maybe May)
We'll marry in halfway April (maybe May)
Your grandchildren, will thank you (in a month)
Your grandchildren, will thank you
 

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Seeing it

I can see a light in the dark
I feel it coming no other man can see it
 
You tell me to be quiet
to not do weird faces
I wish to see it too
but I can't see anything
 
What a pleasure I feel by seeing
what nobody sees
 
And you're again
telling weird things
the body makes a lot of effort
the look gets cloudy
 
Too close to me
I can see a light shining
 
No matter how much you explain me
I won't understand it
It isn't seen...
 
I saw it
it smiled at me and left again
I'm happy
Now I know I'm immortal
 
No matter how much you explain me
I won't understand it
No matter how much you convince me
I won't believe it
It isn't seen... It isn't seen...
 
I can see a light in the dark
I feel it coming no other man can see it
 
I don't see it Father Bormann
Blindness?
My eyes can't cry, can they?
 

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The divine yell

The firmament got light
In a closed night
like a roar, like a beating
like an embrace of the soul
 
A falling star
from the sideral phase
to men and children
attracted the same
 
In all the field could be seen
When the mountain opened up
A deaf noise was the sign
That announced the coming
 

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The student

He's polite and very gallant
He's very educated
In his scale of values
The first thing is to study
Very correct in his manners
Moderated when criticizing
He never copies from anyone
And doesn't let anyone copy
 
He's the student, a real student
He's the student, the universal example
And we the students want to salute you
Singing this song
With pride and passion
Students, students, let's study!
 
In history he's the first
In latin he's the best
He goes to class even on strike
And entertains the director
His friends worship him
They want to embalm him
To make a monument
To the ideal student
 
Sixth grade students
The career is over
The classrooms are empty
My heart is empty
The teacher salutes us
The director salutes us
 

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I thought they were blindmen

It was a saturday night
I had money and it was hot
I said: 'dude, take the chance that you're young'
and I went to the movies to see a horror film
I came out to the street, I stopped a cab, and I went (over there)
 
I got down at Sarmiento and Esmeralda
I bought a pack of Renomé sweets
then I feel a man is calling me
when I turned around I found out they were six
well combed, well dressed and with a Ford (color green)
 
I thought they were blindmen
the six were wearing sunglasses
when they came they said 'Good evening
where do you work? where do you live? who are you?'
soon they invited me to ride on the ford
 
We came to a building
and behaving so correctly
they subjected me to a brief interrogation
that lasted almost four hours and a bit more
'it's too late' they said 'there are no buses...
stay! (please)'
 
After three days of living with them
in a good way they told me: 'Leave!'
they returned me my shoelaces and my belt
they had them, I didn't ask them why
when I was getting out... they promised me
they asserted... they repeated...
'We'll see you again!'
 

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