Entre Curdas
Anoche cerro por duelo
El bodegon "la maroma"
Murio el negrito carmona
Remanyao escabiador
En el mistongo galpon
Donde el pobre era velado
Varios curdas jubilados
Alrededor del cajon
Lagrimeban apenados
Empinando un semillon.
Una mosca habia dentrao
Y rondaba indiferente
Se fue a parar justamente
En la nariz del finao
Rocatagliatta el pesao
Rechupado como un faso
Viendo la mosca en el naso
Le pego tal bofeton
Que hizo saltar de un zurdazo
A carmona y al cajon.
El jonca quedo forfai
Y granini ahogado en llanto
Sento al difunto en un banco
Para que descanse en paz
A su lado el bataraz
Queria contarle un cuento
Mientras el taita mamerto
Con un filoso puñal
Queria clavarlo al muerto
Porque lo miraba mal.
El peluquero calvete
Viendo el cadaver chivudo
Se acordo de su laburo
Y le afeito hasta el copete.
Llego el lunfa firulete
Con unas cuantas chirusas
Venian de una garufa
Empuñando el bandoneon
Y entre curdas y papusas
Se armo una milonga flor.
La milonguera rene
Sentada junto al finao
Creyendo que era un mamao
Queria darle café
Melena y el yacare
Estaban jugando al truco
Y el goruta benvenutto
Encargado del convoy
En camison y confuso
Rajo pa' la treinta y dos
De pronto en esa reunion
Se hizo presente la yuta
Y a la curdela va tutta
La fue arriando pa'l camion
Garabito y chicharron
Se piantaron con el vino
Y el muerto fue detenido
Por un novicio boton
Que lo llevo de testigo
Pa' prestar declaración.
Among Strings
Last night it closed for mourning
The tavern 'la maroma'
The little black carmona died
A seasoned drinker
In the mistongo shed
Where the poor man was laid out
Several retired drunks
Around the coffin
Sadly shedding tears
Drinking a bottle of wine.
A fly had entered
And was circling indifferently
It ended up landing
Right on the deceased's nose
Rocatagliatta the heavy
Sucked dry like a cigarette
Seeing the fly on his nose
He slapped it so hard
That with a left hook
He made carmona and the coffin jump.
The drunk was knocked out
And granini drowned in tears
He sat the deceased on a bench
So he could rest in peace
Beside him the bataraz
Wanted to tell him a story
While the old man mamerto
With a sharp knife
Wanted to stab the dead man
Because he was looking at him funny.
The bald barber
Seeing the stiff corpse
Remembered his job
And shaved him up to the top.
The flashy thug arrived
With a few floozies
Coming from a party
Holding the bandoneon
And among drunks and women
A lively milonga was set up.
The milonguera rene
Sitting next to the deceased
Thinking he was just drunk
Wanted to give him coffee
Melena and el yacare
Were playing cards
And the big guy benvenutto
In charge of the convoy
In his nightshirt and confused
Ran off to thirty-two.
Suddenly at that gathering
The cops showed up
And to the drunk crowd they went
They were herded into the truck
Garabito and chicharron
Ran off with the wine
And the dead man was arrested
By a rookie cop
Who took him as a witness
To give a statement.