La Tula Cuecho

Gertrudis Traña, that's her name,
But in the neighborhood of Coyolar
Everyone calls her the 'gossip',
For the right to slander;

On the tip of her tongue she handles gossip,
No one can escape from her,
If she's inspired, in one sitting
She destroys the honor of the 'high life',
If she's inspired, in one sitting
She destroys the honor of the 'high life'.

So long is the tongue of the 'gossip'
That when she takes it out and unpacks it
It reaches down to her chest,
And as Silverio, the hotshot, tells me,
In her purse she carries perennially
Her high card of carrying.

From the beaches of Poneloya,
To the train tracks of the station,
There's no tongue more pungent
That can compare to hers,
Everyone trembles before the gossip,
By Christ, it's not an exaggeration,
Even the horse from Arrechavala
They say one day got away from her,
Even the horse from Arrechavala
They say one day got away from her.

So long is the tongue
When at the corner of 'Camiprío'
The gossip arrives to have pozol,
Everyone calls her 'Doña Gertrudis'
With special consideration,
She feels very well paid
By the smiles of every lion,
As with her unsheathed tongue
She's not afraid of even a battalion,
As with her unsheathed tongue
She's not afraid of even a battalion.

So long is the tongue
When the gossip lived in Subtiava
Her cousin Chon would warn her
'The party is coming and it's serious,
Build a protective barrier',
But the gossip, who is stubborn,
Didn't even flinch at the advice,
'Why a barrier, why a wall,
If with my lids I take care of myself',
Why a barrier, why a wall,
If with my lids I take care of myself.

So long is the tongue
It's not because I care to meddle in your life,
But I noticed that your belly
Has been growing since Rosendo
Played a trick on you, that you have the knack
Of making faces at any rascal,
And that even the tailor's iguana
Ran errands for you several days ago,
That you're the most cunning in Zaragoza

May lightning strike me if it's not true,
For I've been confirmed that you're lively,
That you have two children from different fathers,
That you stole a radio from Don Seferino,
That you were the woman of Lorenzo and Heladio,
And I better not continue mentioning scandals,
As agitation only causes harm
And this is enough for the whole year.
So long is the tongue...