El Medio Litro
Qué linda vino la guaina
De Buenos Aires, ¿por que será?
Si hasta parece más blanca
¡Que linda ropa visten allá!
Por suerte que ya es domingo
Y allá en el baile la he de encontrar
A ver si es que aún se acuerda
De la promesa en la terminal
Es hora que ya me mire
Ha visto a todos menos a mí
Dejando en su andar fragancias
Y yo luciendo mi calcha'i
Mejor me voy para el rancho
Destino de poriahú
Me tomo unos buenos vinos
Así me alivio el pu'a hasy
Salía ya de la pista
Para ser franco medio kaú
Entonces me vio la guaina
Grito mi nombre, che acá tavy
Corrió, y en su pelo suelto
Vino mi alma hecha un vaivén
Y un beso tentó mi suerte
Mientras tocaban un chamamé
Me dijo que vino a verme
Que se casaba en la Navidad
Que no alimente ilusiones, me dio
Otro beso y no la vi más
El lucero me miraba
Diciéndome así soy yo
Y le miré de reojo
A un medio litro en el mostrador
The Half Liter
How beautiful the guaina came
From Buenos Aires, why would that be?
It even looks whiter
What nice clothes they wear there!
Luckily it's already Sunday
And there at the dance I will find her
Let's see if he still remembers
From the promise at the terminal
It's time for me to look at myself
He has seen everyone but me
Leaving fragrances in their wake
And I'm showing off my calcha'i
I better go to the ranch
Poriahú destination
I drink some good wines
This is how I relieved the pu'a hasy
I was already leaving the track
To be frank, half a kaú
Then he saw my sheath
I scream my name, here you are
She ran, and in her loose hair
My soul came in a swing
And a kiss tempted my fate
While they were playing a chamamé
He told me that he came to see me
Who was getting married on Christmas
Don't entertain any illusions, he told me
Another kiss and I didn't see her again
The morning star was looking at me
Telling me this is me
And I looked at him sideways
Half a litre on the counter