De vuelta al bulín · Ángel Vargas · 1951

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Percanta que arrepentida de tu juida has vuelto al bulín, con todos los despechos que vos me has hecho, te perdoné... Cuántas veces contigo y con mis amigos me encurdelé, y en una noche de atorro en el cotorro no te encontré. Te busqué por todo el cuarto, imaginándome, mi vida, que estuvieras escondida para darme un alegrón. Luego vi si del ropero la ropa ya habías quitado, y al ver que la habías llevado lagrimeó mi corazón. La carta de despedida que me dejaste al irte, decia que ibas a unirte con quien te diera otro amor. La repasé varias veces no podía conformarme de que fueras a amurarme por otro bacán mejor. Recuerdo aquellos días cuando me decías mirándome: Mi amor es sincero y puro, y yo te juro que te amaré. Y que al darte un abrazo en tus ojazos lágrimas vi. Yo no sé, vida mía cómo has podido engrupirme así.

English · machine translation

Percanta that you regret of your juida you have returned to the bulín, with all the spite that you have done to me, I forgave you... How many times with you and with my friends I was in a daze, and in a night of torment I didn't find you in the cotorro. I looked for you all over the room, imagining, my life, that you were hiding to make me happy. Then I saw if from the closet the clothes you had already taken out of the wardrobe, and when I saw that you had taken them my heart wept. The farewell letter that you left me when you left said that you were going to unite with whoever gave you another love. I went over it several times I couldn't be satisfied that you were going to love me for another better guy. I remember those days when you used to tell me looking at me: My love is sincere and pure, and I swear to you that I will love you. And that when I give you a hug in your big eyes I saw tears. I don't know, my life how you have been able to make me so angry.