¡Oiga amigo!
Carlos Gardel
Hey, Buddy!
Yes, my buddy, I'm crying
Don't laugh or be amazed
Cursed be that man
Who hasn't cried once!
Don't think I'm drunk
If you knew my things
So sad and painful
You wouldn't laugh; maybe
Neither the world nor the people know
I had a wife and two little kids
And if I left them, for the damn
Spells of a fatal woman
You know nothing and don't care
If my mockery turned bloody
If to avenge some vile offense
I went to jail and she, to a hospital
Don't get so serious, my buddy, what I say
Has no value... You get out of jail, and one day
I was getting out too
That was the worst!
Like the bird that returns to its nest
And finds it destroyed
Without knowing why
I returned to mine and it was deserted
My wife had died
My kids were gone
Hey, buddy! Today, in dreams
I saw my two little kids
Stretching out their little arms
Asking for bread
And overall, you who know
If what I say is true
Dry those eyes, my buddy
Because if they see you, they'll laugh
