Mesa 4
Sale, sale, sale, cuarteto express... Mesa 4
Mesa 4, dama llorando
no se que hacer, le doy la carta
ella que marcha, un mozo
no sabes lo que paso
Alguien que grita, haceme la cuenta
buena propina me deja en la mesa
el viejo de la 8
en el hipodromo gano
y el de la 7 que me mira con violencia
no me imagino que sera, recien llego
y la mirada de la chica de la 4
sus ojos llenos de terror
Sale, sale, sale, cuarteto express... Mesa 4
Y yo que no entiendo, me acerco a la barra
afuera que chocan dos autos de marca
y mi patron me dice
por favor a trabajar
La chica llorando, devuelve la carta
susurra bajito, que la abra con carpa
mis manos sudadas
que comienzan a temblar
y el de la 7 que me mira con violencia
no me imagino que sera, recien llego
abro la carta y leo para mi sorpresa
es mi marido que lo nuestro descubrio
Sale, sale, sale, cuarteto express... Mesa 4
Afuera los dos que manejan los autos
se piden los datos, de pegan un rato
el viejo de la 8
en el hipodromo gano
la chica que llora, mi jefe que grita
el perro que ladra, un borracho vomita
todo en este bar
donde trabajo yo
y el de la 7 que me mira con violencia
ya me imagino que sera, manche su honor
un 38 tiene arriba de la mesa
mis ojos llenos de terror
Table 4
Out, out, out, express quartet... Table 4
Table 4, lady crying
I don't know what to do, I give her the menu
She leaves, a waiter
You don't know what happened
Someone shouts, bring me the bill
A good tip leaves me on the table
The old man from table 8
Won at the racetrack
And the one from table 7 who looks at me with violence
I can't imagine what it will be, just arrived
And the look of the girl from table 4
Her eyes full of terror
Out, out, out, express quartet... Table 4
And I, who don't understand, approach the bar
Outside, two luxury cars collide
And my boss tells me
Please, get to work
The girl crying, returns the menu
Whispers softly, to open it carefully
My sweaty hands
That start to tremble
And the one from table 7 who looks at me with violence
I can't imagine what it will be, just arrived
I open the menu and read to my surprise
It's my husband who discovered our affair
Out, out, out, express quartet... Table 4
Outside, the two who drive the cars
Exchange information, they argue for a while
The old man from table 8
Won at the racetrack
The girl who cries, my boss who shouts
The dog that barks, a drunkard vomits
Everything in this bar
Where I work
And the one from table 7 who looks at me with violence
I can already imagine what it will be, I stained his honor
A .38 is on the table
My eyes full of terror
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