La Chata Enlozada

Rusty tin can, today I have you in my hands
for a ridiculous reason
negligence of a nurse
from that old sanatorium
I hid you in my poncho,
I took you to my shack
and turned you into a guitar
to sing all night long.

I've come to sing you a tune
and as if it were a guitar
I play my rusty tin can (repeat)
Blame the mate,
the wine mixed with the empanada
blame the beans,
the stew and the beef stew
last night I gave a concert
with this rusty tin can (repeat)
My girl and my tin can
have something that unites them
if they move their skirts
they release the same perfume.

Hurry up, girl} (repeat)
Mendoza is far away.}

The homemade wine is tasty
from the lame nephew
it tastes like wood} (repeat)
from the oak of his crutch}
Close the door, girl
as soon as you leave.
If the tin can feels cold} (repeat)
underneath your buttocks.}
If bleach is missing,
if one day cholera strikes,
it will find me fighting
and holding onto my tin can.
Move your legs, girl
the bathroom is in Mendoza.