Lunes

A professor digs into his pocket
to see if a nickel is enough for a full...
Yesterday -how sweet-, the foal's fixation..;
today -what vinegar!-, breaking the tickets...
The almanac tells us that it's Monday..,
that the good life is over,
that a new week is coming to smoke
with its misty, scorching program.

Heading to the workshop
goes Josefina,
that in the milonga, yesterday,
she was a fine one.
The queen of the salon
yesterday she heard herself called...
She got down from her throne
to go to work...
The long-legged Pantaleon
ties the bedpan
in a full suit
and in espadrilles.
Yesterday at the Paddock
he played ten and ten...
Today he is going to load
coal to Dock 3.

He piantó the Sunday of pleasure,
dancing, poker and champagne.
Even the driest could be
for ten minutes a bacán.
The sad Monday came out,
my dream went to hell,
the redoblona was cut
and for the work it's necessary to go to work.

But, what does it matter that in this Creole mountain
today the almanac shows a Monday at the door?
If in that letter we fell in the hole,
there will come a Sunday to get us out.
There's no evil, boys, that lasts a hundred years
and we'll also bind a sponge cake...
Maybe we'll hit the eight o'clock
and who's going to stop you that day, sweetheart!...