28.10.2018
The Washerwomen
Cumbia!How delightful!
How delightful!
A richman sustains himself with money
The washerwoman, with dirt
She resigns herself to looking at
Clothes on the clothesline
Happily she waits for summer
She asks God for it not to rain
So that she may dry
Her clientele's laundry
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
The washerwomen
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
They have their worries and sorrows
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
The washerwomen
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
They have their worries and sorrows
¡María Cristina!
...
How delightful!
How delightful!
Friday, Saturday, and Sunday
She takes the laundry out to dry
And on Monday morning
The black woman is washing laundry again
Every now and then, some tobacco
To reduce the sopping
Also to forget those sorrows
Which life has left her with
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
The washerwomen
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
They have their worries and sorrows
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
The washerwomen
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
They have their worries and sorrows
Cumbia!
...
Her boss is soap
Her office is in the ravine
Her future is in her hands
Which are always wet
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
The washerwomen
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
They have their worries and sorrows
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
The washerwomen
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
They have their worries and sorrows
Old Man Beto!
Don't you go saying later
That I didn't
Invite you to my party!