Las Lavanderas
Leonardo Favio
The Laundresses
Cumbia
The rich man lives off silver
The laundress off dirt
She's content just looking
At the clothes on the clothesline
Joyfully waiting for summer
Asking God for no rain
So she can dry
The clothes of her clients
Oh, arrumpunué
The laundresses
Oh, arrumpunué
They have their sorrows
Oh, arrumpunué
The laundresses
Oh, arrumpunué
They have their sorrows
Friday, Saturday, and Sunday
She takes them out to iron
And Monday morning
The woman goes back to washing
Every now and then a cigarette
To ease the dampness
Also to forget the sorrows
That life has left her
Oh, arrumpunué
The laundresses
Oh, arrumpunué
They have their sorrows
Oh, arrumpunué
The laundresses
Oh, arrumpunué
They have their sorrows
Her boss is the soap
Her office the stream
Her future is in her hands
That are always wet
Every now and then a cigarette
To ease the dampness
Also to forget the sorrows
That life has left her
Oh, arrumpunué
The laundresses
Oh, arrumpunué
They have their sorrows
Oh, arrumpunué
The laundresses
Oh, arrumpunué
They have their sorrows
