Milonga Lunfarda

In this beautiful country that is my land, Argentina
The woman is a mine and the accordion is a bandoneon
The cop, a button, the police, the cops
The thief is the one who steals, the crook a common thief
They call the fool a guy and the smart one they call a frog

The money or the wind is the money that circulates
The story is to smuggle, and backwards for the reverse
If you got caught, you have, and in the branch if you're dry
If you're doing well, you're on the right track; thrown, the one who has nothing
To grab what's done is to catch

The parrot is the place where love is made
The pasha is a great lord who hoards his money
The neighbor is the prostitute, the tordo is some doctor
The tin a counter where a drunkard gets drunk
And if you act cocky, you act like a show-off

The one who works, works; the one who does nothing is a lazy
The look is what highlights the features of your appearance
Bad luck is mishap, which makes life tough
The bed is a hideout and to apoliyar is to fall asleep
To split or to leave is to go, and anyone can understand this

And what are they going to tell you, everything is already figured out
That seen, is known, everyone on earth knows it
Even the Royal Academy, which knows a lot about language
Will ask Pichuco, and Grela with his guitar
To play this lunfarda milonga in a group