Contame una historia · Osvaldo Pugliese · 1981

Español · Underlined words are lunfardo: tap one for its meaning.

Vos que tenés labia, contame una historia. Metele con todo, no te hagas rogar. Frename este absurdo girar en la noria moliendo una cosa que llaman 'verdad'... Contame una historia distinta de todas, un lindo balurdo que invite a soñar. Quitame esta mufa de verme por dentro y este olor a muerte de mi soledad... Contame una historia... Mentime al oído la fábula dulce de un mundo querido, soñado y mejor... Abrime una puerta por donde se escape la fiebre del alma que huele a dolor... Contame una historia vos, que sos mi hermano, volcame en la curda que me haga sentir que aunque el mundo siga yirando a los tumbos, aún vale la pena jugarse y vivir... Batime que existen amigos derechos, mujeres enteras que saben querer. Y tipos con tela que se abren el pecho, si ven que la vida te puso en el riel... Contame la justa de un lecho de rosas. ¡Estoy tan cansado de andar por andar!... Contame una historia con gusto a otra cosa, y en la piel del alma poneme un disfraz...

English · machine translation

If you're a smooth talker, tell me a story. Put everything into it, don't make me beg you. Brake me this absurd spinning on the Ferris wheel grinding a thing they call 'truth'... Tell me a story different from all the others, a nice balurdo that invites you to dream. Take away from me this muffle of seeing me inside and this smell of death of my loneliness... Tell me a story... Lie to my ear the sweet fable of a loved, dreamed and better world... Open a door for me where the fever of the soul that smells of pain the fever of the soul that smells of pain... Tell me a story you, who are my brother, Pour me into the curd that makes me feel that even though the world is still spinning in circles, it's still worth the gamble and living... I know that there are right friends, whole women who know how to love. And guys with cloth who open their chests, if they see that life has put you on the rail... Tell me the joust of a bed of roses. I'm so tired of walking for the sake of walking!... Tell me a story that tastes like something else.., and on the skin of my soul put me a disguise...