La Armonia
-permiso mi comesario.
-!pase, agente belisario!
?hay alguna noveda'?
-pa' decirle la verda'
Ninguna mi comesario.
Solamente he visto varios
Paisanos en el boliche
Que en lo del gaucho felipe,
Estaban jugando un truquito
Pero todo tranquilito,
Como nene con su chiche.
Parece que alguna jugada
Habra' sido algo dudosa
Porque lo vi a carrascosa
Que levantando una silla
Le rompio cuatro costillas
Al enanito barbosa
El que, pa' empeorar la cosa,
Le rompio' la coronilla.
El bolichero con hambre
Para evitar el tumulto
Se me jue' derecho al bulto
Con la de cortar fiambre.
Al chino le abrio' el matambre
Al leiva le hizo un tajito
Que lo dejo' sentadito
Con una oreja en la mano
Endemientras al otro, al luciano
!el cogote corto' limpito!
Y ya saco' la pistola,
!nunca falta un bochinchero!
Y le revento' al tambero
Cuatro tiros en el mondongo.
La cabeza como un hongo
Le dejaron a martinez,
Y a un flaco los chinchulines
Le colgaban como flecos.
Y a un tajo le han echo al chueco
De la frente a los botines.
Todos siguieron jugando
Continuando la partida
Por un tanto ma's o menos
!todos son muchachos guenos!
Jugando un truquito
Y amantes de la verda'.
!yo le dije! es un templo de bonda'
El boliche l'armoni'a.
The Harmony
-Excuse me, my commissioner.
-Go ahead, Agent Belisario!
Is there any news?
-To tell you the truth
None, my commissioner.
I've only seen several
Countrymen at the bar
Who at Gaucho Felipe's place
Were playing a little trick
But all calm
Like a child with his toy.
It seems that some play
Must have been somewhat doubtful
Because I saw Carrascosa
Who, lifting a chair
Broke four ribs
Of little Barbosa
Who, to make matters worse,
Broke his crown.
The hungry barman
To avoid the commotion
Went straight for the knife
To cut some ham.
He opened the flank for the Chinese
Made a little cut for Leiva
Who was left sitting
With an ear in his hand
While the other, Luciano
Cleanly cut his throat!
And he pulled out the gun
There's always a troublemaker!
And he blew the farmer
Four shots in the belly.
They left Martinez's head
Like a mushroom
And a skinny guy's intestines
Hung like fringes.
And they cut Chueco
From his forehead to his boots.
They all kept playing
Continuing the game
For a little more or less
They're all good boys!
Playing a little trick
And lovers of the truth.
I told you! It's a temple of goodness
The Harmony bar.