Paroles et traduction Carlos Gardel - Canchero - Remastered

Canchero - Remastered

Para el récord de mi vida sos una fácil carrera
Que yo me animo a ganarte sin emoción ni final.
Te lo bato pa'que entiendas, en esta jerga burrera,
Que vos sos una potranca para una penca cuadrera,
Y yo, che vieja, ya he sido relojeao pa'l Nacional...
Vos sabés que de purrete tuve pinta de ligero;
Era audaz, tenía clase, era guapo y seguidor.
Por la sangre de mi viejo salí bastante barrero,
Y en esas biabas de barrio figuré siempre primero
Ganando muchos finales a fuerza de corazón.
El cariño de una mina, que me llevaba doblado
En malicia y experiencia, me sacó de perdedor;
Pero cuando estuve en peso y a la monta acostumbrado,
¡que te bata la percanta el juego que se le dió!
Ya después en la carpeta empecé a probar fortuna,
Y muchas noches la suerte me fue amistosa y cordial.
Otras noches salí seco a chamuyar con la luna
Por las calles solitarias del sensiblero arrabal.
Me hice de aguante en la timba y corrido en la milonga,
Desconfiao en la carpeta, lo mismo que en el amor.
Yo he visto venirse abajo sin que nadie lo disponga
Cien castillos de ilusiones por una causa mistonga,
Y he visto llorar a guapos por mujeres como vos.
Ya ves que por ese lado vas muerta con tu espamento;
Yo no quiero amor de besos, yo quiero amor de amistad.
Nada de palabras dulces, nada de mimos y cuentos;
Yo busco una compañera pa' batirle lo que siento
Y una mujer que aconseje con criterio y con bondad.

Show-off - Remastered

On the record of my life, you are an easy race,
I can win without emotion or a finish line.
I tell you this so you understand, in horse-racing slang,
That you are a filly for a street-corner race,
And I, old girl, have already been clocked for the National...
You know that as a kid I looked like a quick one;
I was fearless, had class, was a good-looking follower.
From my old man's blood, I came out quite the brawler,
And in those neighborhood fights, I always came out on top,
Winning many battles by sheer force of heart.
The love of a girl, who had me wrapped around her finger,
In malice and experience, got me out of being a loser;
But when I was at the right weight and used to riding,
Let the lady play the game that was given to her!
Later on at the gambling table, I started to try my luck,
And many nights luck was friendly and cordial with me.
Other nights, I went out dry to chat up the moon,
In the lonely streets of the sentimental slums.
I became a tough guy in gambling and a slick one in the milonga,
Suspicious at the gambling table, the same as in love.
I've seen come crashing down without anyone ordering it
A hundred castles of dreams for a foolish reason,
And I've seen handsome men cry over women like you.
You see that you're a goner that way with your fear;
I don't want love of kisses, I want the love of friendship.
No sweet words, no cuddles and stories;
I'm looking for a companion to share what I feel
And a woman who can give advice with judgment and kindness.