Paroles et traduction Julio Sosa feat. Armando Pontier y su Orquesta Tipica - Martingala

Martingala

Suegrito, querido tata
Le habla su yerno el doctor
Desde el hotel Gran Señor
Donde paro en Mar del Plata
El asunto es que se trata
De un compromiso de honor
Me jugué entero a un color
Y el muy ladino y traidor
No quiso darse, ni vino
Y van a embargarme el Ford
Hay ya me veo yo a pie a Buenos Aires
La cosa fue porque Lala
Su hija menor y pirula
Me arrastraron a la rula
En base a una martingala
Un monton de oro la sala
Habia viejo que verla
Y las fichas ver barrerlas
Le aseguro sin engaño
Que ese fue el mas lindo baño que nos dimos en el mar
Y mire que mi vieja me dijo... Anda a veranear a la salada que Mar del Plata no es pa vos Cartón
Ahora, estamos varados sin tener para el hotel esperando... el giro aquel que le pedi dias pasados
Usted no vende al contado, ladrillos, cal y cemento... Bla bla bla
Pongase en buen sentimiento, viejo, piense un poco en mi apellido que va a quedar mal herido...
Hohoho, porque aqui hace falta vento
No estamos en la pension de la albondiga embrujada viejo
Acuerdese de la meteo, dale morfi al que este hambriento
Crea en mi arrepentimiento
Sálvenos de este naufragio
Mucha bronca aqui presagio
Pensarlo solo da horror
Cuando volvamos Señor
Lo comeremos a besos
Mándeme veintemil pesos
...Mandemelos viejo, mire, si no se los devuelvo yo se los devuelve Pontier que tiene "mas guita que Canaro"
Es una deuda de honor

Martingala

Dearest Father-in-Law
It's your son-in-law, the doctor
Calling from the Grand Hotel
Where I'm staying in Mar del Plata
I'm writing to you because I have
A matter of honor to discuss
I bet everything on a color
And the sly and treacherous thing
Wouldn't show its face, it wouldn't come
And now they're going to seize my Ford
I can already see myself walking to Buenos Aires
This happened because Lala
Your youngest daughter, my little one
Dragged me to the casino
With a surefire martingale
The room was filled with gold
There were old men watching it all
And the chips kept piling up
I assure you, it's no lie
It was the most glorious bath we've ever taken in the ocean
And you know what my old lady told me? She said, "Go on a vacation to La Salada, Mar del Plata is not for you, Carton"
Now, we're stranded here, with no money for the hotel, waiting for... the money order I asked you for a few days ago
Don't you sell bricks, lime, and cement for cash? Blah, blah, blah
Have a heart, old man, think about my reputation, it'll be ruined
Hohoho, because we need some money here
We're not at the haunted boarding house, old man
Remember the weather, feed the hungry
Believe in my repentance
Save us from this shipwreck
There's a lot of anger here
It's horrifying to think about
When we get back, sir
We'll shower you with kisses
Send me twenty thousand pesos
...Send them to me, old man, look, if I don't pay you back, Pontier will pay you back, he has "more money than Canaro"
It's a debt of honor