La Toalla Mojada
Era un ambiente turbio de nocheras,
Cerca de la cañada.
Había una milonga, el chantecler,
Alias toalla mojada.
Era un ambiente espeso de varones,
Shacadores de minas y malandras.
Había un tallador y lo llamaban,
Por nombre, aldo saravia.
No había escruche, ni peca, ni a copera
Que no diera mancada
Y a la chichi toyufa la fajaba
Con su toalla mojada.
Por eso era famosa esa milonga,
Por ese aldo saravia,
Tallador de la vida y de sus cosas,
Por su pinta y su labia.
Nunca hubo shomería en sus acciones,
Ni taquero que sacara tajada,
Cuando él incursionaba papelitos
Sin darse la fajada.
Por eso me gustaba la milonga
De la toalla mojada,
Porque estaba el ambiente que yo quiero
Y el macho aldo saravia,
Que le fajó hasta el nombre al chantecler
Con su toalla mojada.
The Wet Towel
It was a murky atmosphere of night owls,
Near the stream.
There was a tango, the chantecler,
Alias wet towel.
It was a dense environment of men,
Mine breakers and thugs.
There was a card player and they called him,
By name, Aldo Saravia.
There was no burglary, no sin, no cop
That he didn't mess with
And he would hit Chichi Toyufa
With his wet towel.
That's why that tango was famous,
Because of that Aldo Saravia,
Life carver and his things,
For his looks and his charm.
There was never shadiness in his actions,
Nor a dealer who took advantage,
When he ventured into little papers
Without getting into trouble.
That's why I liked the tango
Of the wet towel,
Because it had the atmosphere I want
And the macho Aldo Saravia,
Who even hit the chantecler
With his wet towel.