Paroles et traduction Carlos Gardel - Milonguera

Milonguera

Milonguera de melena recortada
Que ahora te exhibes en el pilar
No recuerdas tu cabeza coronada
Por cabellos relucientes sin igual

Acordate que tu vieja acariciaba
Con sus manos pequeñitas de mujer
Tu cabeza de muchachita alocada
Que soñaba con grandezas y placer

Una noche te fugaste
Del lugar que te cuidó
Y a la vieja abandonaste
Que en la vida te adoró

En busca de los amores
Y para buscar placeres
Fuiste con otras mujeres
Al lugar de los dolores

Milonguera de melena recortada
Que antes tenías hogar feliz
No recuerdas a tu viejita amargada
Que ignora todavía tu desliz

Acordate de aquel novio enamorado
Que luchaba por formarte un buen hogar
Y qué tímido, feliz y mal confiado
Colocaba tu recuerdo en un altar

Ahora sola, abandonada
En las alas del placer
Vas dejando, acongojada
Tus encantos de mujer

De tus trenzas en la historia
Ni unas hebras quedarán
Nunca recordaré tu memoria
A los que te dé, llorarán

Milonguera de melena recortada
Que ahora te exhibes en el pilar
No recuerdas tu cabeza coronada
Por cabellos relucientes sin igual

Acordate que tu vieja acariciaba
Con sus manos pequeñitas de mujer
Tu cabeza de muchachita alocada
Que soñaba con grandeza y placer

Milonguera (Tango Dancer)

Tango dancer with your bobbed hair,
Now you flaunt yourself at the pillar,
Don't you remember your head crowned,
With shining, unmatched hair?

Remember how your old mother caressed,
With her small, womanly hands,
Your wild, young girl's head,
Dreaming of grandeur and pleasure.

One night you ran away,
From the place that cared for you,
And you abandoned your old mother,
Who adored you in life.

In search of love,
And seeking pleasures,
You went with other women,
To the place of sorrows.

Tango dancer with your bobbed hair,
Who once had a happy home,
Don't you remember your bitter old mother,
Who still ignores your downfall?

Remember that lovesick boyfriend,
Who struggled to build you a good home,
And how shy, happy, and misguided,
He placed your memory on an altar.

Now alone, abandoned,
On the wings of pleasure,
You're leaving behind, heartbroken,
Your womanly charms.

Of your braids in history,
Not a strand will remain,
I will never remember your memory,
Those to whom you give yourself will weep.

Tango dancer with your bobbed hair,
Now you flaunt yourself at the pillar,
Don't you remember your head crowned,
With shining, unmatched hair?

Remember how your old mother caressed,
With her small, womanly hands,
Your wild, young girl's head,
Dreaming of grandeur and pleasure.