Words by F.M.Carbonaro
Hey fellow, the waterseller has come;
Prepare your jug,
From the tank of my wagon
the water comes very fresh.
From Palermo to Recoleta,
from San Telmo to Monserrat
my wagon carries
fresh water to the city.
Waterseller is here! fresh water,
it cures your ills
it removes your sorrows
like holy water.
Waterseller is here! Buy, mister,
buy fresh water from my wagon.
My name is Julian Cerdeña
and I assure you, neighbor,
that my water is as clear
as my soul is porteña (1)
To the blondes and the brunettes
forgotten by love,
let them use as panacea
the water of my tank.
(1) From Buenos Aires (the port)