She was a stumptuous woman,
of those who come to the bar
opening the jacket,
untying her shawl.
She was a smoking woman,
of those who drink cognac,
of those who don't carry a purse,
of those who think too much.
Light in the windows,
lights in the pants,
lights tangling up the glass,
lights at the Calabró.
Lights in the red eyes,
lights in the heart,
lights falling apart,
lights your first passion.
She was a long haired woman,
of those who are always doing bad,
of those who keep the cigarrettes,
in the back pocket.
She was as sad as a murguero1,
as classy as a lute,
of those who show the game,
of those who win in the pool.
Light in the windows,
lights in the pants,
lights tangling up the glass,
lights at the Calabró.
Lights in the red eyes,
lights in the heart,
lights falling apart,
lights your first passion.
Light at the Calabró...
Light at the Calabró...
Light at the Calabró...
1. An integrant of a murga group