Milonga Lunfarda
En este hermoso país que es mi tierra, la Argentina
La mujer es una mina y el fueye es un bandoneón
El vigilante, un botón, la policía, la cana
El que roba es el que afana, el chorro un vulgar ladrón
Al zonzo llaman chabón y al vivo le baten rana
La guita o el vento es el dinero que circula
El cuento es meter la mula, y al vesre por al revés
Si pelechaste, tenés, y en la rama si estás seco
Si andás bien, andás derecho; tirao, el que nada tiene
Chapar es, si te conviene, agarrar lo que está hecho
El cotorro es el lugar donde se hace el amor
El pashá es un gran señor que sus mangos acamala
La vecina es la fulana, el tordo es algún doctor
El estaño un mostrador donde un curda se emborracha
Y si es que hacés pata ancha te la das de sobrador
El que trabaja, labura; quien no hace nada es un fiaca
La pinta es la que destaca los rasgos de tu apostura
Mala racha es mishiadura, que hace la vida fulera
La cama es una catrera y apoliyar es dormirse
Rajar o piantarse es irse, y esto lo manya cualquiera
Y que te van a contar, ya está todo relojeado
Aquello visto, es junado, lo sabe toda la tierra
Si hasta la real academia, que de parla sabe mucho
Le va a pedir a Pichuco, y a Grela con su guitarra
Que a esta milonga lunfarda me la musiqueen de grupo
Lunfarda Milonga
In this beautiful country that is my land, Argentina
The woman is a mine and the accordion is a bandoneon
The cop, a button, the police, the cops
The thief is the one who steals, the crook a common thief
They call the fool a guy and the smart one they call a frog
The money or the wind is the money that circulates
The story is to smuggle, and backwards for the reverse
If you got caught, you have, and in the branch if you're dry
If you're doing well, you're on the right track; thrown, the one who has nothing
To grab what's done is to catch
The parrot is the place where love is made
The pasha is a great lord who hoards his money
The neighbor is the prostitute, the tordo is some doctor
The tin a counter where a drunkard gets drunk
And if you act cocky, you act like a show-off
The one who works, works; the one who does nothing is a lazy
The look is what highlights the features of your appearance
Bad luck is mishap, which makes life tough
The bed is a hideout and to apoliyar is to fall asleep
To split or to leave is to go, and anyone can understand this
And what are they going to tell you, everything is already figured out
That seen, is known, everyone on earth knows it
Even the Royal Academy, which knows a lot about language
Will ask Pichuco, and Grela with his guitar
To play this lunfarda milonga in a group
Escrita por: Edmundo Rivero