Xutos & Pontapés
Miscellaneous
Conchita Morales
Land of fire
In the south of Argentina
Eight in the morning and freezing cold
The patrol leaves for the military
Holding out his patched clothes
Worn by his brothers
Dreams of a tango
Dancing with his hands
Conchita Morales
He saw the federales
And right there he was afraid
For the beautiful shapes that his mother gave him
Anda Conchita
Beautiful carita
You will have to please
To the military gentleman
She didn't know
Whether it was night or day
Whether it was still raining
When she woke up
On the floor of the barracks where he left her
She was tired
Rotated and used
By the troops that marked her
Black destiny that she embraced
Anda Conchita
Beautiful face
Life doesn't wait
You run away from there
In Buenos Aires
it's six o'clock in the afternoon
Conchita is working
There are other mouths to support
Conchita Morales
She saw the federales
Garbosos and couldn't resist
She sent them all to the whore who gave birth to them
Anda Conchita
Beautiful face
Dá Give me your hand
Long live the revolution

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