Monte Criollo (Monte Criollo)

Lyrics: Homero Manzi
Translation: Felipe & Ayano
Music: Edgardo Donato
Recorded by Francisco Lomuto with Jorge Omar in 1935

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Cuarenta cartones pintados
con palos de ensueño, de engaño y amor.
La vida es un mazo marcado,
baraja los naipes la mano de Dios.

Las malas que embosca la dicha
se dieron en juego tras cada ilusión,
y así fue robándome fichas
la carta negada de tu corazón.

¡Hagan juego!
Monte criollo que en tu emboque tu ternura palpité.
¡Hagan juego!
Me mandé mi resto en cope
y después de los tres toques con tu olvido me topé.

(Instrumental)

(Unsung part)

Perdí los primeros convites
parando en carpetas de suerte y verdad.
Y luego, buscando desquite,
cien contras seguidas me dio tu maldad.

Me ofrece la espada su filo,
rencores del basto te quieren vengar.
Hoy juego mi trampa tranquilo
y entre oros y copas te habré de olvidar.

English

Forty cards* painted
with suits of fantasy, of deceit and love.
Life is a marked deck,
the hand of God shuffles the cards.

Bad things that happiness ambushes
came to to the game after each hope,
and so was robbing my chips
the rejected letter of your heart.

Place your bets!
Monte criollo hitting the target I felt your tender beat
Place your bets!
I bet whatever I had left “all in”
and after three tries I bumped into your oblivion.

(Instrumental)

(Unsung part)

I lost the first encounters
stopping by felts of luck and truth.
And then, looking to get even,
a hundred counterattacks in a row your malice gave me.

The spade offers me its edge,
the club’s resentment wants to avenge you.
Today I play my cheat quietly
and between gold coins and goblets* I will have to forget you.

Note

*It's referring to the Spanish playing card (naipe) where there's golden coins and cups or goblet at the same time referring to money and drinks in order to forget his girlfriend.