Mate Amargo

Recited:
Between the divine image
and take the place of honor!
That Argentine throat of yours,
a calandria that trills,
just like the nightingale!

Chorus:
Here I am so they can give me some space.
Because even though I'm a woman, I know I must fulfill,
for the gauchos I must sing
and they won't regret it.

Recited:
Huddle up and don't let go of that guitar, my friend,
and toughen up if you're bitter!
If it fits like a glove.
Why skimp on the reins?!

Chorus:
Let 'ño José Julián show up first,
to cheer up, say the young men who have arrived;
the girls with their dads,
have all gotten excited.

Recited:
I like the rush,
and the girl has a long shot for the verse.
There will be dancing, bitter mate,
and applause in the early morning!

Chorus:
'Ña Remedio already believes in herself,
listen to her, please.
The skirts are being adjusted
because in the ranch songs
she's bold, yes sir.
She has a tempting body,
oh yes, oh yes!
Look how she moves
and colors herself better than chili!

Recited:
Fire! Says the conductor.
And no one should act meek.
Because as soon as the singer calandria
puts on the scarf,
the roast with leather is ready.

Chorus:
Well, since I'm playing for a long time
I want a bitter mate,
even if my luck is bad.
Whoever isn't strong
and can't handle it,
will have to pass the mate around.
Now, an old lady failed,
why complain to me, it's nonsense.
Come with the mate,
suffer with patience,
because this penance must be paid.

Recited:
With this green country girl,
who could resist!
I like it when she laughs
because she shows a tooth outside.

Chorus:
In the garden of passion that I dreamed of,
I suffered much worse for a blooming rose,
without its sad aroma,
I was left with the bitterness of pain.

Recited:
Even the singing bird
leaves lamenting fiercely.
Lovely scoundrel of love,
who, from being a frost maker,
turns dizzy and sly!

Chorus:
If it's your turn to pass the mate, Doña Leonor,
get on with it, there's no reason to skimp.
Bring the bitter mate, please,
stop making a fuss.

Recited:
Look at the old lady's face
if it's not like an owl's!
If my eyes don't deceive me,
she's clinging to the cane
like a suckling calf!