Rechiflao in my sadness, today I evoke you and I see that you have been
in my poor life I was only a good woman;
your presence of bacana put heat in my nest,
you were good, consistent, and I know you've loved me
as you did not want anyone, as you can not love.
The game of remanye was given when you, poor perch,
you lived poverty in the pension house;
today you're a real bacana, life laughs and sings,
the jerks of the otario you throw them to the marchanta
how the maula cat plays with the miserable mouse.
Today you have the mate full of unfortunate illusions:
the otarios, the friends, the gabion,
the milonga between magnates with their crazy temptations
where milongueras triumph and clatter
You have gone deep into the poor heart.
I have nothing to thank you, hand in hand we have been
I do not care what you have done, what you do or what you will do;
the favors received, I think I would have paid them
and if some girl debt accidentally I have forgotten
in the account of the otario that you have you load it.
Meanwhile, that your triumphs, poor passing triumphs,
be a long line of riches and pleasure;
that the bacán that you end up with has durable weights,
that you open at the bus stops with milongueros cafishios,
and let the boys say: 'She is a good woman'.
And tomorrow, when you're dislocated old furniture
and do not have hope in the poor heart,
If you need help, if you need advice,
remember this friend who has to play his hide
p'help you as much as you can when the time comes.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)