Los Que Nunca Se Han Tomado Un Vino
Las Voces de Oran
Those Who Have Never Had a Wine
Nostalgia turns into tears
When I go far from Orán
And I only live thinking
That maybe I can return
And stay always in my homeland
Where my heart is
I see the blessed i'mula face, God
When he plays the accordion, it gives me a shiver
Poor Manuelito and his bandoneon
The thorny one shook him dry
The panbola brings a verse
And in his drum he comes to sing
The wolf Peña, also known as Pirané
Broke the glasses and got half drunk
When the werewolf returns later
Finally, he also starts to cry
And he goes shouting, 'Oh my beautiful Pichanal!'
Sadness turns into joy
When I return to Orán again
The whole town is waiting for me
Knowing that I'm going to arrive
Those who have never had a wine
Are getting ready for the celebration
Lucas Toledo, a true friend
Is playing a tango on the 6 and 6
What joy to see him again
To have a wine and be with him
The taxi leaves, the dog Peralta
And has stopped working
I know I will never forget
My homeland of Orán where I was born
It seems like my dad is around there
I see him passing by, content and happy
He used to call his violin 'Pajarito'
