Текст и перевод песни Edmundo Rivero - Desde la Cana

Desde la Cana

Che grela, batile al "Zurdo"
Que ayer, parece mentira,
En corte me mandó un tira
Con el fierro y el balurdo.
Y como me hallaba curdo
"Batí el justo" y la arruiné,
Sobre el pucho me aboqué
A sacar limpio al "goruta",
Que lo había catao la yuta
Laburando en societé.

Batile al "grone Peroca"
Que queme el bobo en el pío,
Junto con el zarzo mío
La empiedrada y la marroca.
Que reduzca, aunque sea poca
La menaje del bulín,
Mis tambos de marroquín
Las pilchas y la catrera,
Y vos, piantá de ladera
Con la mina de "Pachín".

Si me sale bien el tiro
Y sobrese'el magistrao,
Creo seré jubilao
De circular en el yiro.
Es por eso que me estiro
En la cuestión del sumario,
Pa' que vos, al secretario
Lo trabajés con cautela,
Y quién te dice, che grela
Que me limpien por otario.

En fin, estoy en gayola
Sin fasos, mal empilchao,
Del celador, mal mirao
Por carencia de chirola.
Traime, si es que me das bola
Siquiera un gomán, m'hijita,
No faltés a la visita
Y acordate de este coso,
Que aunque chorro y ranfañoso
Sabe llamarte... "grelita"...

From the Can

Hey grela, tell the "Lefty"
That yesterday, it seems like a lie,
A cop sent me to court
With the iron and the baton.
And as I was drunk
"I hit the right one" and I ruined it,
I took the cigarette
To get the "cop" clean,
That the cops had caught him
Working in society.

Tell "Big Peroca"
To burn the fool in the ditch,
Along with my wicker basket
The cobblestone and the rubble.
To reduce, even if it's a little
The household goods of the shack,
My leather drums
The clothes and the bed,
And you, run away from the hillside
With "Pachín's" girl.

If the shot goes well for me
And the magistrate dismisses it,
I think I'll be retired
From driving around in the car.
That's why I'm reaching out
In the matter of the investigation,
For you to work on the secretary
Carefully,
And who knows, hey grela
They might let me go for being a fool.

Anyway, I'm in jail
Without money, badly dressed,
The guard, looking at me badly
For lack of a cell.
Bring me, if you can
At least a rubber, my dear,
Don't miss the visit
And remember this guy,
That although he's a thief and a bum
He knows how to call you... "grelita"...