Paroles et traduction Carlos Gardel - Como La Mosca

Como La Mosca

Cuando despertaba de dormir la tranca
Manyé que mi paica se me había espiantao
Revolví el cotorro con su última carta
Pero de ande yerba, nada había dejao
A indagar me puse, llamé a mi vecino
Y éste muy ladino, pronto me batió
Que en la madrugada, cuando yo dormía
Con uno de motas mi rubia fugó
Pucha con la rubia perjura y taimada
Yo la quería de tan buena ley

Me ha dejao chairando como pa′ cuereada
Y me ha puesto un yugo lo mesmo que el buey
Cuando la recuerdo acude a mi mente
El dicho de un criollo lleno de razón
Que como la mosca la mujer se para
Sin fijarse en dónde ni hacer distinción
Para consolarme de mi desventura
Cosas de la vida, digo en mi interior
Lo que a mí me pasa a muchos ocurre
Y hasta sé de algunos que les pasa peor

No olviden amigos, si en sus correrías
Con alguna mosca dan un tropezón
échenle bufache y otros ingredientes
Y mányenle si tiene o no corazón
Pucha con la rubia perjura y taimada
Yo la quería de tan buena ley
Me ha dejao chairando como pa' cuereada
Y me ha puesto un yugo lo mesmo que el buey

Cuando la recuerdo acude a mi mente
El dicho de un criollo lleno de razón
Que como la mosca la mujer se para
Sin fijarse en dónde ni hacer distinción

Like a Fly

When I woke up from sleeping off my bender
I found that my old lady had flown the coop
I ransacked the love nest with her last letter in hand
But where the weed should have been, there was nothing to loot
I started asking around, called on my neighbor
And he, cunning as a fox, soon dished the dirt
That in the early hours, while I was sleeping sound
My floozy had run off with some low-life jerk
Damn that treacherous, deceitful blonde
I loved her so much, she was my everything

She's left me high and dry, like a slaughtered cow
And she's put a yoke on me, like an ox
When I think of her, I recall the words
Of a wise old gaucho, who knew the score
That women are like flies, they'll light anywhere
Without a care in the world, they don't discriminate
To soothe my broken heart, I tell myself
It's just one of life's little ironies
What's happening to me, happens to many men
And some, I know, have it even worse

So take heed, my friends, if in your travels
You stumble upon a fly, don't be surprised
Give her the once-over, see if she has a heart
And if she doesn't, well, you know what to do
Damn that treacherous, deceitful blonde
I loved her so much, she was my everything
She's left me high and dry, like a slaughtered cow
And she's put a yoke on me, like an ox

When I think of her, I recall the words
Of a wise old gaucho, who knew the score
That women are like flies, they'll light anywhere
Without a care in the world, they don't discriminate