Paroles et traduction Edmundo Rivero - Milonga Lunfarda

Milonga Lunfarda

En este hermoso país que es mi tierra, la Argentina,
La mujer es una mina y el fueye es un bandoneón.
El vigilante, un botón, la policía, la cana,
El que roba es el que afana, el chorro un vulgar ladrón,
Al zonzo llaman chabón y al vivo le baten rana.

La guita o el vento es el dinero que circula;
El cuento es meter la mula, y al vesre por al revés.
Si pelechaste, tenés, y en la rama si estás seco.
Si andás bien, andás derecho; tirao, el que nada tiene,
Chapar es, si te conviene, agarrar lo que está hecho.

El cotorro es el lugar donde se hace el amor.
El pashá es un gran señor que sus mangos acumula.
La vecina es la fulana, el tordo es algún doctor,
El estaño un mostrador donde un curda se emborracha,
Y si es que hacés pata ancha te la das de sobrador.

El que trabaja, labura; quien no hace nada es un fiaca,
La pinta es la que destaca los rasgos de tu apostura.
Mala racha es mishiadura, que hace la vida fulera.
La cama es una catrera y apoliyar es dormirse.
Rajar o piantarse es irse, y esto lo manya cualquiera.

Y que te van a contar, ya está todo relojeado.
Aquello visto, es junado, lo sabe toda la tierra.
Si hasta la Real Academia, que de parla sabe mucho,
Le va a pedir a Pichuco y a Grela, con su guitarra,
Que a esta milonga lunfarda me la musiquen de grupo

Lunfarda Milonga

In this beautiful country that is my land, Argentina,
A woman is a chick and the squeezebox is a bandoneon.
The vigilant, a button, the police, the blue boys,
He who steals is he who steals, the thief a common thief,
The fool they call chabon and the sharpie they blow up.

The bread or the pesos is the money that circulates;
The trick is to get in the mule, and the vesser for backwards.
If you've got it, you've got it, and if you're dry on the branch.
If you're doing well, you're doing well; thrown away, he who has nothing,
To chap is, if it suits you, to grab what's done.

The nest is the place where you make love.
The pasha is a great lord who accumulates his handles.
The neighbor is the broad, the blackbird is some doctor,
The tavern a counter where a drunkard gets drunk,
And if you make a wide leg you get your ass out.

He who works, works; he who does nothing is a bum,
The paint is what highlights the features of your posture.
Bad run is penury, which makes life miserable.
The bed is a cot and to chicken out is to fall asleep.
Rajar or piantarse is to leave, and this is known by anyone.

And what are they going to tell you, everything is already clocked.
That seen is junado, the whole earth knows it.
Even the Royal Academy, that knows a lot about talking,
Is going to ask Pichuco and Grela with his guitar,
That this lunfarda milonga is played as a group.