Maldonado

I'm going to remind you of the time
when Palermo was Maldonado
and I in the great Nacional
worked as a foreman.
And I am going to recall some details
that always happened in the street,
when with his cadenero
a streetcar driver wanted to pass
wanted to pass.

Come on, come on, come on lighter
to see who climbs the slope first
and proudly the driver
passed the percheron.
Dale que dale, dale lighter
and they left the poor carriage driver behind
repeating to the mayoral
if you have some left over, give me a real.

I am from the Buenos Aires of yesterday, comrade,
when in the afternoons the lamplighter
with his ladder in a hurry
the section was going to illuminate.
Afterwards, with his familiar proclamation, the serene man
marked hour after hour the time
then the sung bulletin
thus bringing to an end
one more day.

Dale que dale, dale lighter
now there is no longer the carriage driver
nor the joker driver
nor the sereno and his pregón.
Dale que dale, dale más ligero
there's no such thing as a lamplighter either
give it and give it and give it without stopping
until you make me cry.