Pa' qué te voy a contar

Si vieras qué monumento
Qué belleza pa´ una estatua,
Me parece que me animo
Si ella me dice que sí.
Tiene un par de ojazos negros
Las pestañas bien arqueadas,
Las mejillas repintadas
De lindo color carmín.
Qué bonita, qué nariz
Nunca he visto cosa igual.
Mirá, viejito Cipriano,
Pa´ qué te voy a contar.
 
Me invitaron a bailar
En casa de doña Clara,
Yo le hice una guiñada
La corbata me arreglé,
El cabello me alisé,
La invité pa´ que bailara.
Ni bien estuvo a mi lado
De la mano la tomé,
Y mi brazo le pasé
Rodeándole la cintura,
Qué elegancia, qué finura
Que tenía pa´ bailar.
Mirá, viejito Cipriano,
Pa´ qué te voy a contar.
 
Entre milonga y milonga
Hice su elogio perfecto,
Bendije sus lindos ojos
Y el cuerpo que Dios le dio.
Pregunté dónde vivía
Contestándome sonriente,
Vivo en la calle Corrientes
Quinientos cuarenta y dos,
Segundo piso ascensor
Si quiere hablar con papá.
Mirá, viejito Cipriano,
Pa´ qué te voy a contar....

English translation

If you saw what a monument
What a beauty for a statue,
I think I'll cheer up
If she says yes.
She has a pair of big black eyes
The eyelashes well arched,
Her cheeks repainted
Of pretty carmine color.
What a pretty, what a nose
I've never seen anything like it.
Look, old Cipriano,
What can I tell you.
 
I was invited to dance
At Doña Clara's house,
I gave her a wink
I fixed my tie,
I straightened my hair,
I invited her to dance.
As soon as she was by my side
I took her by the hand,
And I put my arm around her
Around her waist,
What elegance, what finesse
That she had for dancing.
Look, old Cipriano,
What can I tell you.
 
Between milonga and milonga
I made his eulogy perfect,
I blessed his beautiful eyes
And the body that God gave her.
I asked where she lived
Answering me smiling,
I live on Corrientes Street
Five hundred and forty-two,
Second floor elevator
If you want to talk to daddy.
Look, old Cipriano,
Why should I tell you? ....