Coplas de "El Paraguay"

(Milonga. Compilation: Lauro Ayestarán)

(G.L.)
Yes, dear old friend,
I tell you the truth,
the loved one you cherish the most
either dies or leaves.

(A.Z.)
The rooster in his henhouse
spreads his wings and sings,
and the one who sleeps in another's bed
rises early.

(G.L.)
Yes, dear old friend,
I tell you through song:
the cow that doesn't give milk,
why keep her in the dairy?

(A.Z.)
You think I love her
because I look her in the face;
we enter the store,
we look without buying anything.

(G.L.)
Miss, I am a poor man
who wanders night and day,
I am in search of love
look at my appearance!

(A.Z.)
Tonight it will rain,
because the moon is waning,
and tomorrow there will be mud
between someone's boots.

(G.L.)
Tomorrow morning,
when you feel a cold breeze,
don't blame the weather,
they are my sighs.

(A.Z.)
You have a tiny waist
that I measured last night,
with four yards of ribbon
I gave you fourteen turns.

(G.L.)
From the trunk comes the branch,
from the branch the little tree,
from the old Paraguayans
come the little Paraguayans.

If you knew, little rooster,
the cost of true love,
you wouldn't sing through the hours,
from now until dawn.

(A.Z.)
My mother a Paraguayan
and my father a Guaraní,
and I am a little pup
from the Cebollatí River.

I am the Paraguayan and Pueta,
that one of long fame,
the one who will die singing
like a bird on a branch.