Paroles et traduction Carlos Gardel - Compadron (Remasterizado 2022)

Compadron (Remasterizado 2022)

Compadrito a la violeta
Si te viera Juan Malevo
Qué calor te haría pasar
No tenés siquiera un cacho
De ese barro chapaleado
Por los mozos del lugar

El escudo de los guapos
No te cuenta entre los suyos
Por razones de valer
Tus ribetes de compadre
Te engrupieron, no lo dudes
Ya sabrás por qué

Compadrón
Prontuariado de vivillo
Entre los
Amigotes que te siguen
Sos pa mí, aunque te duela
Compadre sin escuela, retazo de bacán

Compadrón
Cuando quedes viejo y solo, colo
Compadrón
Y remanyes tu retrato, gato
Notarás que nada has hecho
Tu berretín deshecho verás desmoronar

En la timba de la vida
Sos un punto sin arrastre
Sobre el naipe salidor
Y en la cancha de este mundo
Sos un débil pa'l biabazo
Pa'l chamuyo y pa el amor

Aunque busques en su verba
Pintorescos contraflores
Pa munirte de cachet
Yo te digo a la sordina
Dios te ayude, compadrito
De papel maché

Compadrón
Prontuariado de vivillo
Entre los
Amigotes que te siguen
Sos pa mí, aunque te duela
Compadre sin escuela, retazo de bacán

Compadrón
Cuando quedes viejo y solo, colo
Compadrón
Y remanyes tu retrato, gato
Notarás que nada has hecho
Tu berretín deshecho verás desmoronar

Buddy Boy (Remastered 2022)

Little tough guy, all violet
If Juan Malevo saw you like this
He'd give you a real hard time
You don't have even a speck
Of that mud, all caked on,
Worn by the local toughs

The tough guys' coat of arms
Doesn't count you among its own
For reasons of valor, darling
Your buddy boy airs and graces
Have fooled you, don't you doubt it
You'll soon find out why

Big shot buddy
Known for being a slick operator
Among the
Pals who follow you around
To me, sweetheart, even if it hurts you
You're a buddy without a clue, a scrap of a big shot

Big shot buddy
When you get old and lonely, my dear,
Big shot buddy
And you touch up your portrait, you fraud,
You'll see you've done nothing at all
Your little game, all broken, you'll see it crumble

In the gambling game of life
You're a point with no pull
On the dealing card
And in this world's arena, my love
You're weak for the blow, the hustle,
And for love's sweet embrace

Even if you search in your speech
For picturesque counter-flowers
To arm yourself with prestige
I'll tell you on the sly, my dear
God help you, little buddy
Made of papier-mâché

Big shot buddy
Known for being a slick operator
Among the
Pals who follow you around
To me, sweetheart, even if it hurts you
You're a buddy without a clue, a scrap of a big shot

Big shot buddy
When you get old and lonely, my dear,
Big shot buddy
And you touch up your portrait, you fraud,
You'll see you've done nothing at all
Your little game, all broken, you'll see it crumble