Hasta Que Ardan Los Candiles

Throw this meat on the grill
The problems and cakes are all stirred up
Suck down the best stuff
And let’s dance to the guitar and accordion
The pot is falling
Mounted and on foot
And the old folks peek in to see
The milonga is all set up

The guitar is shining
And the accordion is playing
The couples are pairing up
And an old peeper shouts
Make the most of it, seagull
Because after this fandango
You won’t be seen again
Ha, ha

Suddenly it’s all mixed up
A half-cocked tank is the special
And it’s something to see with what determination
A mutt bullfighter is wrangling it
He was missing punches
The wasted tape
And the ladies are getting rowdy
Ha, ha

And now the gossip is running
That if the girl is getting fat
And adjusting the matinee
That if people are already talking
Damn those loudmouths
When a girl is serious
Bitter about the slander
There’s always a horned bull
You little rascal!

This is a big party and the rest
Is just nonsense and pure chatter
You won’t see this anywhere else
A racket like this, so wild
Even though the moon has come in
And the sun is peeking out now
As long as the candles burn, there will be a milonga.