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NIÑO BIEN
Well to do boy (1928)
LYRICS by: Víctor Soliño / Roberto Fontaina
MUSIC by: Juan Antonio Collazo
TRANSLATION by: Alberto Paz
Last updated on: 6/3/11
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CASTELLANO
ENGLISH
Niño bien, pretencioso y engrupido,
que tenés berretín de figurar;
niño bien que llevás dos apellidos
y que usás de escritorio el Richmond Bar.

Vanidoso, la vas de distinguido
y siempre hablás de la estancia de papá,
mientras tu viejo, pa’ ganarse el puchero,
todos los días sale a vender fainá.

Vos te creés que porque hablás de ti,
fumás tabaco inglés, usas guantes caqui,
y te cortás las patillas a lo Rodolfo sos un fifí.
Porque usás la corbata carmín y allá en el Chantecler
la vas de bailarín, y te mandás la biaba de gomina,
te creés que sos un rana y sos un pobre gil.

Niño bien, que naciste en el suburbio
de un bulín alumbrao a querosén,
que tenés pedigrée bastante turbio
y decís que sos de familia bien.

No manyás (notas) que estás mostrando la hilacha
y al caminar con tu aire triunfador
se ve bien claro que tenés mucha clase
para lucirla detrás de un mostrador.

Vos te creés que porque hablás de ti,
fumás tabaco inglés, usas guantes caqui,
y te cortás las patillas a lo Rodolfo sos un fifí.
Porque usás la corbata carmín y allá en el Chantecler
la vas de bailarín, y te mandás la biaba de gomina,
te creés que sos un rana y sos un pobre gil.

Well to do boy, pretentious, and conceited,
you have the delusion of a show off;
well to do boy who has a hyphened surname
and use the Richmond Bar as your desk.

Foppish pretending to be distinguished
and always talking about dad’s ranch,
while your old man, to put food on the table
every day goes out to sell fainá.

You think because you speak well
smoke English snuff, wear caqui gloves
and shave your sideburns like Rodolfo, you’re a gallant.
Because you wear a tie color carmine and over at the Chantecler
you pretend to be a dancer, and grease your hair with gel,
you think you’re really smart but you’re a poor stupid.

Well to do boy, who was born in the suburb
in a whorehouse lit by kerosene lamps,
who has quite a murky pedigree
and say that you’re  from a well to do family.

Don’t you know that you’re being transparent
and walking with that winning attitude
it is clear that you have a lot of class,
to show it off behind a counter.

You think because you speak well
smoke English snuff, wear caqui gloves
and shave your sideburns like Rodolfo, you’re a gallant.
Because you wear a tie color carmine and over at the Chantecler
you pretend to be a dancer, and grease your hair with gel,
you think you’re really smart but you’re a poor stupid.

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