Enfundá La Mandolina

Calm down, it's time to file away the illusions,
Dedicate yourself to watching from the balcony because it's over for you
And it's very sad to see you parading around with that woman
Looking like a disheveled and gloomy fool.
There's nothing to be done, you're already old, the shows are over
And you're ridiculous with your crazy whims of a gull.
The girls don't even look at you, and if one talks to you
It's to ask for advice from a veteran in love.

What do you want, Cipriano,
You're no longer interesting.
Your fifty years
That you carry on top.
Along with the hair
That fled from the mate
You lost the look
That won't come back.

Leave the young girls
For the boys,
Those heavy dishes
Are not for you.
Leave the night watch,
Go to bed
Because later, tomorrow old man,
You'll be coughing.

Put away the mandolin, you're not up for serenades,
The girl you have in the apartment advises you,
Drawing on her mouth the daring pagan cross
With the tip perfumed with her lipstick...
Your stocks have dropped in the market of graces
And in time with the calendar, your illusion is falling apart,
And now they invite you to win a winter quarter
Next to the fire of memories in the peace of some corner.