Orquesta de Señoritas

With its marbles and bronzes, that old café in Once seemed like Chacarita with a ladies' orchestra. Many afternoons, a group of young people would go there to listen to them from the dark reserved area for families. Those who weren't women or workers think that yesterday was a better time, and to the rhythm of nostalgia, today we dance by mistake. In their box, the ladies repeated paso dobles and rancheras with great care, not enough to impress. They were blondes, with flowers in their hair and moved their hips like dolls with a very sad demeanor. Those who weren't women or workers think that yesterday was a better time, and to the rhythm of nostalgia, today we dance by mistake. No one knew what shipwreck the conservatory saved them from to make a living as mourners at a wake. One night, they vanished from their faded box and took a tram to oblivion with a violin in a bag. Those who weren't women or workers think that yesterday was a better time, and to the rhythm of nostalgia, today we dance by mistake. That old café in Once seemed like Chacarita with a ladies' orchestra...