Oiga Pues M'hijita

Long live the free days,
Long live Saint Monday,
Long live Saint Wastrel,
Long live Holy Week,
long live the Eighteenth and the chacolí.
Long live the grudge I have
With Juan 'the sly one' and with José,
We are customary
Firm partners of the U.T.T.

Marriage is, my daughter,
Some things are done by two
And if you married me, little dog,
What do you want me to do.
And that bunch of kids,
If you wanted them, take care of them.
You, lady, are my queen,
You alone, not the others.

Every peso I earn, my daughter,
I give it all to you;
I give you to fill the pot,
The radio for entertainment.
I fix the record player
And with cots we are in bloom.

Listen, my daughter, understand,
Changing course is not a joke,
So let's take it easy
The advances, keep quiet.
I know you and the neighbors
Put your shoulder to the wheel for others,
And as I raise my elbow
I have strength elsewhere.

Surely José del Carmen and crazy Juan
Found a job
And I'm left alone
On the weekend at the grudge,
I'm going to make a little effort,
Let's see, my daughter, how it goes,
How do you know if I like
Putting pine in this empanada.