Bajo el tiglao

Throw some fire in the pot, don't be afraid, bro,
cooking with little fire
will make it come out boiled.

Don't skimp on noodles, even if you burst,
because believe it or not, dying full is not a sin.

Why go around in circles
mixing everything together,
you can't tell what's burnt or what's missing.

Add some so they don't say
that you didn't even enjoy it,
a splash of brine, and a well-spoken insult.

There goes Don Casimiro, a bit tipsy and broken,
the ranch cook, faster than a laxative.

There goes Don Casimiro, quite stingy and loony,
hiding among the hides, the vices he's swindled.

An old broken heel, a bit tipsy and broken,
he would sing and to avoid trouble,
he always acted drunk.

Throw some fire in the pot, let the dirt boil carelessly,
the pigs are waiting
sipping mate under the big top.

A blown-out snail falls
onto the aluminum plate,
spotted with the dirt
of potatoes not even peeled.
Life is a stew
when one is in a bad way,
a stew simmering slowly
but sometimes burnt.

There goes Don Casimiro
a bit tipsy and broken,
the ranch cook
faster than a laxative.
There goes Don Casimiro...