Farabute · Los Solistas De D'Arienzo · 1972

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Farabute ilusionado por la mersa de magnates que enfarolan su presencia con suntuosa posición, no manyás pobre franela, que aquél que nació en un catre a vivir modestamente la suerte lo condenó. Sos la escoria remanyada que esgunfiás con tu presencia de chitrulo sin carpeta, residuo del arrabal tus hazañas de malevo al cuaderno de la ausencia con el lápiz del recuerdo te las voy a enumerar. Clandestino de carreras a ratitos quinielero, así te hacés las chirolas con que a veces te empilchás. En tu casa todo el año a la hora del puchero, enyantás de prepotencia lo que nunca te ganás Deschavate farabute, no naciste pa' cafishio al laburo dedicate que allí está tu salvación recordá tu madrecita... hace un mes en el hospicio muriendo, a tus hermanitos suplicando señaló. Ya que en su triste existencia como trapo la has tratado ni un halago tan siquiera le supiste demostrar, hoy tenés frente a la vida la misión que te ha encargado que la santa desde el cielo te sabrá recompensar.

English · machine translation

Farabute illusioned by the mersa of magnates that enfarolan their presence with sumptuous position, not manyás poor flannel, that he who was born in a cot to live modestly the fate condemned him. You are the scum that you are, you are the dregs that you are of chitrulo without folder, residue of the suburb your deeds of malevo to the notebook of absence with the pencil of memory I will enumerate them to you. Clandestine of races at times a quinielero, that's how you get the chirolas with which you sometimes get a little bit of a kick out of it. In your house all year round at the time of the stew, you're full of arrogance what you never earn Unchain yourself farabute, you were not born for cafishio to work dedicate yourself to work, that's where your salvation lies remember your little mother... one month ago in the hospice dying, your little brothers and sisters begging for help. Since in her sad existence you have treated her like a rag not even a compliment you knew how to show her, today you have before you the mission that life has entrusted to you that the saint from heaven will know how to reward you.