Las Viejas Del Cuarteto
El Cuarteto de Nos
The Old Women of the Quartet
Mounted on their sewing machines they can be seen arriving
Five old women on the cruel road to the city
And behind his ride
A dust is seen rising
Debris of their lives
Destroyed by fighting
Losing respect, the old women of the quartet
They forget everything, always playing tag
And those who are not cut, don'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 take pictures with them
Losing respect, the old women of the quartet
They forget everything, always playing tag
And those who are not cut, don't give a damn
Mounted on their sewing machines they see themselves leave
Five old women for the path never to repeat
And their songs and poems will have different destinies
Some will remind you that there are no cucumbers in autumn
Losing respect, the old women of the quartet
They forget everything, always playing tag
And those who are not cut, don't give a damn
Losing respect, the old women of the quartet
They forget everything, always playing tag
And those who are not cut, don't give a damn
