Conchita Morales - Xutos & Pontapés

Terra do fogo

No sul da Argentina

Oito da matina e um frio de rachar

Sai a patrulha para militar

Estendendo a roupa toda remendada

Usada pelos seus irmãos

Sonha com um tango

Dançado com as mãos

Conchita Morales

Viu los federales

E logo ali temeu

Pelas lindas formas

Que sua mãe lhe deu

Anda Conchita

Carita bonita

Vais ter de agradar

Ao senhor militar

Ela não sabia

Se era noite ou dia

Se ainda chovia

Quando acordou

No chão da caserna

Onde ele a deixou

Ela andou cansada

Rota e usada

Pela tropa que lhe traçou

Negro destino que ela abraçou

Anda Conchita

Carita bonita

A vida não espera

Tu foge daí

Em Buenos Aires

São seis de la tarde

Conchita anda a trabalhar

Tem outras bocas para sustentar

Conchita Morales

Viu los federales

Garbosos e não resistiu

Mandou todos à puta que os pariu

Anda Conchita

Carita bonita

Dá-me a tua mão

Viva a revolução

Fire land

In the south of Argentina

Eight in the morning and a chilling cold

Patrol goes out to military

Extending the mended clothes

Used by your brothers

Dream of a tango

danced with the hands

Conchita Morales

saw the federales

And then he feared

By the beautiful shapes

that your mother gave you

Come on Conchita

pretty face

You'll have to please

To the military gentleman

She did not know

Whether it was night or day

If it still rained

when she woke up

On the floor of the barrack

Where he left her

she's been tired

Route and used

By the troop that she traced to you

Black fate she embraced

Come on Conchita

pretty face

Life doesn't wait

You run away from there

In Buenos Aires

It's six in the afternoon

Conchita is working

She's got other mouths to sustain

Conchita Morales

She saw them federales

Garbosos and did not resist

Sent them all to the bitch that gave birth to them

Come on Conchita

pretty face

Give me your hand

Long live the revolution