Las Viejas Del Cuarteto
El Cuarteto de Nos
The Old Women of the Quartet
Mounted on their sewing machines they are seen arriving
Five old women along the cruel road to the city
And behind their ride
A dust is seen rising
Debris of their lives
Destroyed by fighting
Losing respect, the old women of the quartet
Forget everything, always playing teto
And those who are not in the game, they don't care a damn
And the people of the place react to their appearance
Some criticize, some acclaim, some stay on their balcony
And the fools approach, to be able to mock
And the idiots beg to be photographed with them
Mounted on their sewing machines they are seen leaving
Five old women for the path never to repeat
And their songs and poems will have different destinies
Some will remind you that in winter there are no cucumbers
Losing respect, the old women of the quartet
Forget everything, always playing teto
And those who are not in the game, they don't care a damn
