Translation of the song lyrics Conchita Morales - Xutos & Pontapés

Conchita Morales (original)

Terra do fogo
No sul da Argentina
Oito da matina e um frio de rachar
Sai a patrulha para militar
Estendendo a roupa toda remendada
Usada pelos seus irmãos
Sonha com um tango
Dançado com as mãos
Conchita Morales
Viu los federales
E logo ali temeu
Pelas lindas formas
Que sua mãe lhe deu
Anda Conchita
Carita bonita
Vais ter de agradar
Ao senhor militar
Ela não sabia
Se era noite ou dia
Se ainda chovia
Quando acordou
No chão da caserna
Onde ele a deixou
Ela andou cansada
Rota e usada
Pela tropa que lhe traçou
Negro destino que ela abraçou
Anda Conchita
Carita bonita
A vida não espera
Tu foge daí
Em Buenos Aires
São seis de la tarde
Conchita anda a trabalhar
Tem outras bocas para sustentar
Conchita Morales
Viu los federales
Garbosos e não resistiu
Mandou todos à puta que os pariu
Anda Conchita
Carita bonita
Dá-me a tua mão
Viva a revolução

(translation)

Fire land
In the south of Argentina
Eight in the morning and a chilling cold
Patrol goes out to military
Extending the mended clothes
Used by your brothers
Dream of a tango
danced with the hands
Conchita Morales
saw the federales
And then he feared
By the beautiful shapes
that your mother gave you
Come on Conchita
pretty face
You'll have to please
To the military gentleman
She did not know
Whether it was night or day
If it still rained
when she woke up
On the floor of the barrack
Where he left her
she's been tired
Route and used
By the troop that she traced to you
Black fate she embraced
Come on Conchita
pretty face
Life doesn't wait
You run away from there
In Buenos Aires
It's six in the afternoon
Conchita is working
She's got other mouths to sustain
Conchita Morales
She saw them federales
Garbosos and did not resist
Sent them all to the bitch that gave birth to them
Come on Conchita
pretty face
Give me your hand
Long live the revolution