La Canchera

He turned forty gentlemen
And this is still a kilo
It still retains its freshness
From its early beginnings
The table full of flowers
It gave a seal of splendor
To the party in his honor
An old man offered him
That in addition to his sympathy
It was a bearer's check

A light to catch fools
Fine painting, shoreline soul
She graduated as a cool girl
Just at eighteen years old
Throw the mangoes by the thousands
He smokes and likes to smoke
Iar
She's dressed up, no need to talk about it
Lastra in the best cantina
And when morning comes
It's just going to mothball

There is no night-time place
That this lioness does not know
From a martona type bar
Even the most flowery cabaret
Airlines, train, steam
Mar del Plata, Miramar
Casino, gross signing
He lived it well at first
The diploma of being a courtier
He knew how to make him respected

You know well that your beauty
There's little cloth left
He also knows that the years
They eat any painting
But when nature
Start giving it to him with rigor
He will have a flat, a flower car
The old man, the checkbook
And more money in the wallet
That the bank of new york