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From The Cana

Edmundo Rivero

Desde La Cana

Che, grela, batile al zurdo
Que ayer ¡parece mentira!
En corte me mandó un tira
Con el fierro y el balurdo

Y como me hallaba curdo
Batí el justo y la arruiné
Sobre el pucho me avoqué
Pa’ sacar limpio al goruta
Que lo había catao la yuta
Laborando en societé

Batile al grone Peroca
Que queme el bobo en el pío
Junto con el zarzo mío
La empiedrada y la marroca
Que reduzca, aunque sea poca
La menaje del bulín
Mis tasbo de marroquín
Las pilchas y la catrera
Y vos... Piantá de ladera
Con la mina de Pachín

Si me sale bien el tiro
Y sobresee el magistrao
Creo seré jubilao
De circular en el yiro
Es por eso que me estiro
En la cuestión del sumario
Pa’ que vos, al secretario
Lo trabajés con cautela y
¡Quién te dice, che grela
Que me limpien por otario!

En fin, estoy en gayola
Sin fasos, mal empilchao
Del celador mal mirao
Por carencia de chirola
Tráime (si es que me das bola)
Siquiera un goman, m’hijita
No faltés a la visita
Y acordate de este coso
Que, aunque chorro y ranfañoso
¡Sabe llamarte, grelita!

From The Cana

Hey, grela, hit the left-handed guy
That yesterday seems like a lie!
In court he sent me a strip
With the iron and the balurdo

And as I was cured
I beat the right one and ruined it
I got involved in the cigarette
To get the goruta clean
That the police had spotted him
Working in a company

Beat the big Peroca
Let the fool burn in the peephole
Along with my wickerwork
The cobbled and the marroca
That it reduces, even if it is a little
The kitchenware
My Moroccan tasbo
The clothes and the cot
And you... Hillside plantation
With the Pachín mine

If I get the shot right
And the judge dismisses the case
I think I'll be retired
To circulate in the yiro
That's why I stretch
On the question of the summary
Why you, to the secretary?
You work it with caution and
Who tells you, che grela
Clean me up, you idiot!

Anyway, I'm in jail
Without joints, badly dressed
From the evil-looking guard
Due to lack of chirola
Bring me (if you pay attention to me)
At least a goman, my daughter
Don't miss the visit
And remember this thing
That, although spouting and ranfañoso
He knows how to call you, Grelita!

Escrita por: Edmundo Rivero / Felipe "Yacaré" Fernández