Orquesta de Señoritas

With their marbles and their bronzes
It looked like Chacarita
That old café in Once
With a ladies' orchestra

There we used to go many afternoons
A group of young people
To listen to them from the dark
Reserved area for families

Those who weren't women, nor workers
Think that yesterday
Was a better time
And to the rhythm of nostalgia
Today we dance by mistake

In their box, the ladies
Repeated with great care
Pasodobles and rancheritas
That weren't enough for the pot

They were blondes, they wore flowers
In their hair and around their waist
They moved like dolls
With a very sad composure

Those who weren't women, nor workers
Think that yesterday
Was a better time
And to the rhythm of nostalgia
Today we dance by mistake

No one knew from which shipwreck
The conservatory saved them
To earn a living
As mourners at a wake

One night they turned into smoke
From their faded box
And took, violin in bag
A tram to forget

Those who weren't women, nor workers
Think that yesterday
Was a better time
And to the rhythm of nostalgia
Today we dance by mistake