El Bailongo En Lo Del Rengo
Sele Vera y Pampas de Bariloche
The Party at Rengo's Place
When the commotion started at Rengo's place
The high society people were dancing to the melody
They handed me the card
A half-blind Chinese
With the slippery name
And Rengo was dancing kind of trotting
Dressed in a tuxedo and espadrilles with a mustache
Around that time, at two in the morning
Amidst the commotion, the sheriff arrived
And grabbing Rengo by the tuxedo
Grabbing him by the neck, he said: Come here
Where is the permit to dance?
I said I wouldn't give it to you
And you, up to no good, started playing
Come here, don't shoot
Let's see if you, sergeant, the regulations
Show him
And the commotion started at Rengo's place, my friend!
And the sergeant, who was a bit clumsy
With a terrible machete blow, cut his neck
And right away they carried him to the side
And he was all cooked, ready for the wake
After a while, the woman came out in flip-flops
Tying her hair in a ponytail, to bury him
And then, she yelled at the bartender
To bring the booze, let's celebrate
That's how the faithful Rengo left
And his wife who loved him dearly
With Macedo, the troubadour, the next day they ran away
That's how that cruel night went by
And me, wanting to dance cumbia
I got a beating and the party ended all wrong
