Gringo, No Te Calles Todavía - Teresa Parodi

Gringo, cantanos una polkita

Le decían sus paisanos

Gringo, dale con la pandereta

Te queremos ver bailar

Cuando el gringo con su paso lento

Se acercaba a los demás

Y cantaba su canción de lejos

Más de uno vi llorar

En sus ojos la celeste herida

De polonia sin cerrar

Les dolía tanto como el día

Que llegaron de ultramar

Y cuando el gringo comenzaba el baile

Comenzaban el ritual

Cada golpe de la pandereta

Grito a grito hacían notar

Gringo, no te calles todavía

Que la noche no ha pasado…

Gringo, dale con la pandereta

Canta sólo una vez más

El más viejo en una silla

Como herido en la mitad

Mascullaba su tristeza lejos

Del clamor de los demás

Gringo, sing us a polkita

His countrymen told him

Gringo, hit him with the tambourine

we want to see you dance

When the gringo with his slow pace

He approached the others

And he sang his song of him from afar

I saw more than one cry

In his eyes the celestial wound

from poland unclosed

It hurt them as much as the day

who came from overseas

And when the gringo started the dance

They began the ritual

Every beat of the tambourine

Shout to shout they made notice

Gringo, don't shut up yet

That the night has not passed...

Gringo, hit him with the tambourine

Sing just one more time

The oldest in a chair

Like wounded in the middle

She mumbled her sadness from him far away

From the cry of others