Dejate de locuras, muchacho,
pensa bien lo que haces.
Me han dicho que te han visto borracho
llorando una mujer...

¡ Como el dolor te ha cambiado!
que ya no sos el de ayer.
Volve pa' la milonga,
que un fueye rezonga
como llamandote.

Al compas de un tango la habras de olvidar
con una pebeta que sepa bailar,
una piba buena, que al mirar tus ojos,
comprenda la pena de tu corazon.

Al compas de un tango habras de encontrar
a esa mujercita sincera y leal,
y veras que un dia, lleno de alegria
a la que lloraste ni recordaras.

Dejate de locuras, muchacho,
tenes que reaccionar
El hombre debe ser de quebracho
pa' resistir el mal.

Si esa mujer te ha hecho daño
perderla ha sido mejor.
Volve pa' la milonga,
que un fueye rezonga,
pa' darte mas valor.

Stop the madness, guy,
think well what you do.
They told me that they have seen you drunk
crying for a woman...

How the pain has changed to you!
that you no longer are the one of yore.
Come back to the dance hall,
that a bellow grumbles
as if it is calling you...

To the beat of a tango you'll forget her
with a lass that knows how to dance,
with a good girl, that when watching your eyes,
understands the pain of your heart.

To the beat of a tango you'll find
that sincere and loyal woman,
and you'll see that a day, full of joy
the one you cried for, you won't remember.

Stop the madness, guy,
you have to react.
The man must be strong
to resist what is bad.

If that woman has harmed you
losing her it is for the better.
Come back to the dance hall,
that a bellow grumbles,
to give you more courage.