Текст и перевод песни Julio Sosa feat. Armando Pontier - 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
Your son-in-law, the doctor, speaks to you
From the Gran Señor Hotel
Where I'm staying in Mar del Plata
The matter is that it's about
A matter of honor
I bet everything on a color
And the sly and treacherous one
He didn't want to show himself, nor did he come
And they are going to seize my Ford

I can already see myself walking to Buenos Aires

The thing is that Lala
Her youngest and scheming daughter
Dragged me to the casino
Based on a martingale
There was a pile of gold in the room
I had to see it with my own eyes
And to see the chips being swept away
I assure you, without deceit
That was the most beautiful swim we took in the sea

And look what my old lady told me... Go to the salt flats for your vacation, Mar del Plata is not for you, Carton

Now, we are stranded without money for the hotel, waiting... for the money order that I asked you for days ago

You don't sell bricks, lime, and cement for cash... Blah blah blah

Put yourself in a good mood, old man, think a little about my last name, which will be badly hurt...

Hohoho, because we need money here

We're not at the haunted meatball boarding house, old man

Remember the weather, give food to the hungry
Believe in my repentance
Save us from this shipwreck
I foresee a lot of anger here
Just thinking about it fills me with horror
When we return, Sir
We will smother you with kisses

Send me twenty thousand pesos

...Send them to me, old man, look, if I don't pay you back, I'll have Pontier pay you back, he has "more money than Canaro"

It's a debt of honor