Reproche - Carlos Gardel Übersetzung ins Englische

Reproche

Tango triste, tango errante de mi tiempo 'e caferata
Yo conozco tu pasado, yo comprendo tu traición
Los malevos no te miran con los mismos ojos de antes
Porque fue tu cuna, el bajo y el lujo, tu seducción

Cuántos guapos se marcaron al compás de tus acordes
Y en el bajo, cual fantasmas, se trenzaron a facón
Y tu música doliente si habrá servido de arrullo
Pa' que duerma un sueño reo, el pibe de algún matón

Tango triste, tango errante de mi tiempo 'e caferata
Qué hiciste de esa vecina, mi hermanita espiritual
Una noche en la milonga, al compás de tus acordes
Vi rodar de sus pupilas un lagrimón virginal

Tango triste, hoy los malevos lloran todos tu traición
Porque saben que ya nunca has de volver a tu hogar
Porque has estado jugando con las cuarenta del mazo
Y es al ñudo que te compren si no te han de desbancar

Ahora luces tus acordes como mina abacanada
Porque sos igual que todos los que han sido del barrial
Los que hasta ayer, con ajenjo, juntos nos envenenamos
Porque hoy están en la buena, lanzan su grito triunfal

Si yo te pidiera cuenta, de tanto mal que has causado
A esas pobres mujercitas, en tus noches de champán
Ya, ni volviendo a la cuna donde empezó tu existencia
Pagarías tanto daño, al que te llamó gotán

Tango triste, tango errante de mi tiempo 'e caferata
Qué hiciste de esa vecina, mi hermanita espiritual
Una noche en la milonga, al compás de tus acordes
Vi rodar de sus pupilas un lagrimón virginal

Tango triste, hoy los malevos lloran todos tu traición
Porque saben que ya nunca has de volver a tu hogar
Porque has estado jugando con las cuarenta del mazo
Y es al ñudo que te compren si no te han de desbancar

Reproach

Sad tango, tango ranter from my time of the coffeehouse
I know your past, I understand your betrayal
The malevos no longer look at you with the same eyes as before
Because your cradle was the underworld and luxury, your seduction

How many handsome men have marked themselves to the rhythm of your chords
And in the underworld, like ghosts, they fought with knives
And your mournful music will have served as a lullaby
For the sleep of a wicked dream, the child of some thug

Sad tango, tango ranter from my time of the coffeehouse
What did you do to that neighbor, my spiritual sister
One night at the milonga, to the rhythm of your chords
I saw a virginal tear roll from her eyes

Sad tango, today the malevos all weep for your betrayal
Because they know that you will never return home
Because you have been playing with the forty cards of the deck
And it's no use buying you if they don't beat you

Now you show off your chords like a cheeky woman
Because you are the same as all those who have been from the neighborhood
Those who until yesterday, with absinthe, poisoned us together
Because today they are doing well, they launch their triumphant cry

If I asked you to account for so much harm you have caused
To those poor women, on your champagne nights
Already, not even returning to the cradle where your existence began
You would pay for so much damage, to the one who called you "gotán"

Sad tango, tango ranter from my time of the coffeehouse
What did you do to that neighbor, my spiritual sister
One night at the milonga, to the rhythm of your chords
I saw a virginal tear roll from her eyes

Sad tango, today the malevos all weep for your betrayal
Because they know that you will never return home
Because you have been playing with the forty cards of the deck
And it's no use buying you if they don't beat you