A keresés eredménye

Gambler's cuplé

If you really feel like playing
If you really feel like playing
Here comes the player, this is your chance
Don't be left wanting to play
 
Come on Mr Gambler, don't be shy
We want you to tell us what you can play
Come on Mr Gambler, don't be shy
We want you to tell us what you can play
 
Well, well. How is it going for ya?
You're doing well? All well boys?
Can you believe it boys?
Today was a deadly day for me
Until the casino opened
And this afternoon I had three. Three passes with the craps.
The casino opened and I went plucked
Besides you gotta know some things boys. Pim, pum, pam.
 
For money I played even Ludo
Chinese checkers and also chess
Cup-and-ball, mus and bluff
And poker dice, I played for money
Baccarat, Old Maid and Rummy
The war and gofo I also practiced
When I was a kid, with the trading cards
Tops and marbles, I got tangled
 
Craps, sette e mezzo and conga
Chorizo and jacks, escoba and chinchon
I'm a fan of horse racing pools
I play roulette and billiards
My passion is the russian roulette
and I can't find anyone who wants to play
 
Stop with the games, you vicious gambler
You're all gamblers and you look like idiots
There are people who never played in their lives
That's impossible, I'll explain it now
 
Everything is a gambling game, I'll demonstrate it to you
If you don't interrupt me and let me talk
If we cross with the red light, that's a bet for sure
And also recommending a friend for a job
It's a bet to buy cheap in an outlet
It's a bet to call the service for repairing the TV
It's a bet to date her if you just met her
And it's a bet when she says 'do it careless'
 
Look at his look, what an ugly guy
This character is a great gambler
Sometimes an outcast, sometimes a fat cat
The bucks come today, they leave tomorrow
 
The two packs of cigarettes that you smoke are a bet
Or when you do a test even if you don't know a lot
People are all gamblers, you'll see I'm not lying
Figure out that today there are still weddings
 
This gambler will be the accused
You friends will be the jury
Let's listen him, letting him talk
But we believe the guy is guilty
 
I beg you murguistas to listen to me
Because my wish is of sharing
My experience on this stage
In that big game called living
When we're children we play happily
The beautiful game of hide-and-seek
When we're adults, we go searching
But we get tagged everyday
 
Look at his look, what an ugly guy
This character is a great gambler
Sometimes an outcast, sometimes a fat cat
The bucks come today, they leave tomorrow
 
The boys play with the tops
Pulling the string that unrolls
Then there are men who with a slash
They throw you far from the circle
The Hopscotch, what a beautiful game
With chalk and pebbles painted on the floor
When you're adult, you jump around
But nobody reaches the heaven
 
This gambler will be the accused
You friends will be the jury
Let's listen him, letting him talk
But we believe the guy is guilty
 
You get a full and they accuse you
You standed with twenty but you pay anyway
With the jacks you only bet this
And with the pool you get busted
This life sirs, is a tute
Where bidding the least is to lose
More than that, this life is a truco
You need falta y resto to win
 
You've defended yourself with big eloquence
We see that you proved your innocence very well
The last question is fundamental
Tell us if you bet on the carnival
 
Hahaha, are you all high boys, ha!
You drank everything, eh? What a mess!
How I'm not going to bet on the carnival?
If... if the carnival was my life.
Whoa, whoa. What a pretty melody.
It's a pretty melody to tell
To the boys of Falta y Resto and my life
That we always have to bet
Because life is one single game
 
If I could achieve one more instant to God Time
To make the farce stop in reality
I'd dress eternal clothings, lights and glitz
I'd paint my face and do again the role
The role, the role of the street Pierrot that drew
The smile that attracts joys of tender color
The clown who sings and laughs and can't stop his singing
Because his laughter is always a bet on the carnival
 
It's beautiful to bring to the neighbourhood flowers of illusion
It's beautiful to find an applause after a song
It's beautiful to make the people happy over and over again
To turn on with smiles the lights of your interest
The clown who sings and laughs and can't stop God Momo
Because his laughter is always a bet on the carnival
 

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Retiradas medley

Asaltantes con Patente (1932)
 
Like the most glorious day
today we want to celebrate
the bustling joy
that carnival brings us.
Among applauses and streamers
with pain bids farewell
the murga that always gave
a good color to the party
 
Warm greetings
give the Asaltantes
on its triumphal march
of walking knight.
And in the saddest times
that remember the orgy
they will think of the days
when they laughed joyful
and it was all joy. (Y ole!)
 
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Los Patos Cabreros (1953)
 
Good night audience
with achieved satisfaction
the Patos are leaving
to make another neighbourhood merry.
 
The commision said
that it's very upset
because many neighbours
don't collaborate with the tablado.
When they whiped-around
and came to knock
they said 'excuse us,
we never go',
and they're all here.
 
They must cooperate
because the duty is bid
and this way the neigbourhood can have
a pretty carnival.
And if you don't want
to spare a dime
may the commision
don't beg either.
 
With the bustling Momo
we toast like an offering
our very funny verses
in these days of Carnival.
 
Many of the couples
who are in the tablado
are becoming old
and they haven't married,
only drinking mate
they program their illusion
and its mother yell
because they warm the benches
and she's standing.
 
May you have a nice wedding
that's our wish,
and soon the stork
come to visit you
and the next carnival
from that love cradle,
the Patos can have
a new spectator.
 
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Linea Maginot (1940)
 
Los Patos are leaving
Los Asaltantes are leaving.
La Gran Muñeca is leaving
La Milonga Nacional,
Los Hongos are leaving
Araca la cana is leaving
With Bochinche and company
Linea Maginot is leaving
 

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