The longest street,
the widest river,
the most beatiful chicks of the world...
The "dulce de leche" (it's like sweet milk)
the great bus
rope sandals, sode and "alfajores"... (a kind of biscuit)
the fingerprints,
the animated cartoons,
the expendable syringe,
the pen,
the blood transfusion,
the six-cero against Peru,
y muchas otras cosas más... and many other things.
La argentinidad al palo...
la argentinidad al palo...
Giants like the Obelisc,
champions of football,
box and hockey.
Locatti, Barreda,
Monzón y Cordera (all famous boxers)
also kill for love.
Tanos (italians), gallegos (spanish in general), jews,
creoles, polish, indians, "negros" (nigros, it has no bad connotations here)
"cabecitas" (often, drunk)... but with french pedigree
Where are from a place
holy and profane at the time,
mixture of high combustion.
La argentinidad al palo...
la argentinidad al palo...
Diseminated and in frank expansion,
the entire world awaits now,
the crowning is not something trivial,
the song of the outsiders soil rises.
Come on...! Come on...!
And don't come with tales to me!
That El Che, Gardel and Maradona
are the number one
as I'm
and argentinians
thanks to God!
(Journeymans telling, not singing in this part)
Also Videla and the 78 World Cup
Spadone and the adultered milk
Manzano and his ass surgery
Cows carved up at the north.
And the drogadiction (figurative) in the Congress continues
Galtieri and "we're waiting"
More ill-fed
in the "world's granary".
The father Bufarra's Foundation fell
Alfonsin and "the house is in order"
"Who bets for the dollars loses"
told the Minister.
And also Menem and his first "dirt" (this loses sense in the translation)
Cavallo and his lizard tears.
Five presidents in a week.
They found the doll of Yabran.
con un tiro en la cabeza. with a shot in the head
De La Rua's coward bullshit...
But... don't come back to ****
me with the your dead ****! (again loses sense in the translation, but I think you can catch it this time)
I've it bigger than yours!
I **** the morons as yourself
standing on my feet.
When you go,
I already went and came back... Like forty times!
Why do you want me to let it pass,
if they're ******* morons?
You're all a bunch of *** ** * *****!
This country is full of thieves!
I?... Argentinian!
As the shot at the heart
of Favaloro.
From extasis to agony
our historial oscillates.
We can be the best, and the worst too,
with the same ease.
(Choir)
¡Al palo! ¡Al palo! ¡Al palo! (Again cannot be translated properly).
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