Entre Curdas

Last night it closed for mourning
The tavern 'la maroma'
The little black carmona died
A seasoned drinker
In the mistongo shed
Where the poor man was laid out
Several retired drunks
Around the coffin
Sadly shedding tears
Drinking a bottle of wine.

A fly had entered
And was circling indifferently
It ended up landing
Right on the deceased's nose
Rocatagliatta the heavy
Sucked dry like a cigarette
Seeing the fly on his nose
He slapped it so hard
That with a left hook
He made carmona and the coffin jump.

The drunk was knocked out
And granini drowned in tears
He sat the deceased on a bench
So he could rest in peace
Beside him the bataraz
Wanted to tell him a story
While the old man mamerto
With a sharp knife
Wanted to stab the dead man
Because he was looking at him funny.

The bald barber
Seeing the stiff corpse
Remembered his job
And shaved him up to the top.
The flashy thug arrived
With a few floozies
Coming from a party
Holding the bandoneon
And among drunks and women
A lively milonga was set up.

The milonguera rene
Sitting next to the deceased
Thinking he was just drunk
Wanted to give him coffee
Melena and el yacare
Were playing cards
And the big guy benvenutto
In charge of the convoy
In his nightshirt and confused
Ran off to thirty-two.

Suddenly at that gathering
The cops showed up
And to the drunk crowd they went
They were herded into the truck
Garabito and chicharron
Ran off with the wine
And the dead man was arrested
By a rookie cop
Who took him as a witness
To give a statement.