El Cantor -

Son las tres de la mañana y doblando por Inclán

del club barrial salió el cantor, no se sabe dónde va.

Noche sólo de muchachos, la patrona esperará.

Lo acompaña fiel su orquesta que nunca se queda atrás.

Noche de narices frías por yirar de bar en bar.

Un Pineral pide el cantor, Fernet piden los demás.

¡Un Pineral pide el cantor, Fernet piden los demás.

Mientras haya vida hay lucha, la canción se va a cantar.

Algunos van aflojando, ya está empezando a aclarar

y el cantor, ya tan doblado, no se puede enderezar.

It's three in the morning and doubling down Inclan

The singer came out of the neighborhood club, no one knows where he's going.

Boys only night, the boss will wait.

His orchestra faithfully accompanies him, never being left behind.

Night of cold noses for going from bar to bar.

A Pineral asks for the singer, Fernet asks for the others.

A Pineral asks for the singer, Fernet asks for the others.

As long as there is life there is struggle, the song will be sung.

Some are loosening up, it's already starting to clear up

and the singer, already so bent, cannot be straightened.