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Monday (1927)
LYRICS by: Francisco Garcia Jimenez
MUSIC by: Jose Luis Padula
TRANSLATION by: Alberto Paz
Last updated on: 2/1/11
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Sing along with Carlos Dante with Alfredo de Angelis
Un catedrático escarba su bolsillo
pa’ ver si un níquel le alcanza pa’ un completo…
Ayer -¡qué dulce!-, la fija del potrillo;
hoy -¡qué vinagre!-, rompiendo los boletos…
El almanaque nos bate que es lunes,
que se ha acabado la vida bacana,
que viene al humo una nueva semana
con su mistongo programa escorchador.Rumbeando pa’l taller
va Josefina,
que en la milonga, ayer,
la iba de fina.
La reina del salón
ayer se oyó llamar…
Del trono se bajó
pa’ir a trabajar…
El lungo Pantaleón
ata la chata
de traje fulerón
y en alpargata.
Ayer en el Paddock
jugaba diez y diez…
Hoy va a cargar
carbón al Dique 3.Piantó el domingo del placer,
bailongo, póker y champán.
Hasta el más seco pudo ser
por diez minutos un bacán.
El triste lunes se asomó,
mi sueño al diablo fue a parar,
la redoblona se cortó
y pa’l laburo hay que rumbear.

Pero, ¿qué importa que en este monte criollo
hoy muestre un lunes en puerta el almanaque?
Si en esa carta caímos en el hoyo,
ya ha de venir un domingo que nos saque.
No hay mal, muchachos, que dure cien años
y ligaremos también un bizcocho…
A lo mejor acertamos las ocho
¡y quién te ataja ese día, corazón!…

An expert in predicting the outcome of horse races digs in his pocket
to see if a nickel is enough to get some breakfast.
Yesterday – how sweet! – The bet on a colt;
today – how sour! – tearing off the tickets …
The calendar tells us it is Monday,
that the good life is over,
that a new week is blowing in
with its poor annoying plan.Heading for the shop
goes Josefina,
who in the milonga, yesterday
pretended to be fine.
The queen of the dance hall
she heard being called yesterday
She stepped down the throne
to go to work …
Long tall Pantaleon
prepares the truck
dressed sloppily
and wearing sandals.
Yesterday in the Paddock
he bet ten and ten …
Today he’s going to load
coal at dock 3.The Sunday of pleasure is gone
dance hall, poker and champagne.
Even the poorest guy
was a well to do for ten minutes.
The blue Monday showed up,
my dream went to hell,
the double bet failed
and we must head for work.

But what matters that in this card game
Today the calendar shows a Monday at the door?
If in that card we fell into the hole,
there will be a Sunday to dig us up
No bad deed, guys, lasts one hundred years
and we also will get some cake …
Maybe we win the bets on the eight races
And who stops you that day, my love!

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