Las Viejas Del Cuarteto
El Cuarteto de Nos
The Old Women of the Quartet
Mounted on their sewing machines they see themselves arriving
Five old women on the cruel road to the city
And behind his ride
A dust is seen rising
Debris of their lives
Broken down to fight
Losing respect, the old ladies of the quartet
They forget everything, always playing tricks
And he who is not a cutthroat, doesn't give a damn
And the local people react to his appearance
There are those who criticize, there are those who acclaim
There are those who stay on their balcony
And the stupid ones come closer, so they can mock
And the idiots beg to be photographed with them
Losing respect, the old ladies of the quartet
They forget everything, always playing tricks
And he who is not a cutthroat, doesn't give a damn
Mounted on their sewing machines they see themselves leaving
Five old women for the trail never repeat
And his songs and poems will have a different destiny
Some will remind you that there are no cucumbers in autumn
Losing respect, the old ladies of the quartet
They forget everything, always playing tricks
And he who is not a cutthroat, doesn't give a damn
Losing respect, the old ladies of the quartet
They forget everything, always playing tricks
And he who is not a cutthroat, doesn't give a damn
