Las Viejas del Cuarteto - El Cuarteto de Nos

Montadas en sus máquinas

De coser se ven llegar

Cinco viejas por el cruel

Camino hacia la cuidad

Y detrás de su cabalgar

Un polvo se ve levantar

Escombros de sus vidas

Destrozadas por luchar

Perdiendo el respeto

Las viejas del cuarteto

Se olvidan de todo

Siempre jugando al teto

Y al que no es de Tajo

Le importan tres carajos

Y la gente del lugar

Reacciona ante su aparición

Hay quien critica hay quien aclama

Hay quien se queda en su balcón

Y los estúpidos se acercan

Para así poder mofarse

Y los imbéciles imploran

Con ellas fotografiarse

Perdiendo el respeto

Las viejas del cuarteto

Se olvidan de todo

Siempre jugando al teto

Y al que no es de Tajo

Le importan tres carajos

Montadas en sus máquinas

De coser se ven partir

Cinco viejas para el

Sendero nunca repetir

Y sus canciones y poemas

Tendrán diverso destino

Algunas te harán recordar

Que en otoño no hay pepinos

Perdiendo el respeto

Las viejas del cuarteto

Se olvidan de todo

Siempre jugando al teto

Y al que no es de Tajo

Le importan tres carajos

Perdiendo el respeto

Las viejas del cuarteto

Se olvidan de todo

Siempre jugando al teto

Y al que no es de Tajo

Le importan tres carajos

Perdiendo el respeto

Las viejas del cuarteto

Se olvidan de todo

Siempre jugando al teto

Y al que no es de Tajo

Le importan tres carajos

Mounted on your machines

From sewing they come

Five old women for the cruel

road to the city

And behind his ride

A powder is seen rising

debris of their lives

broken from fighting

losing respect

The old ladies of the quartet

they forget everything

always playing teto

And the one who is not from Tagus

He doesn't give a damn

and the locals

React to his appearance

There are those who criticize, there are those who acclaim

There are those who stay on their balcony

And the stupid get closer

So that you can mock

And the fools implore

with them take pictures

losing respect

The old ladies of the quartet

they forget everything

always playing teto

And the one who is not from Tagus

He doesn't give a damn

Mounted on your machines

From sewing they see themselves leaving

Five old ladies for him

trail never repeat

And their songs and poems

They will have different destiny

Some will remind you

That in autumn there are no cucumbers

losing respect

The old ladies of the quartet

they forget everything

always playing teto

And the one who is not from Tagus

He doesn't give a damn

losing respect

The old ladies of the quartet

they forget everything

always playing teto

And the one who is not from Tagus

He doesn't give a damn

losing respect

The old ladies of the quartet

they forget everything

always playing teto

And the one who is not from Tagus

He doesn't give a damn