Paroles et traduction Carlos Gardel - El quinielero

El quinielero

Ya no es solo el verdulero
Con su canto matinal
Que nos despierta ofreciendo
"Papa nueva y especial"

Hoy lo imita el quinielero
Y en su promesa temprana
Nos dice que hay vento fresco tres veces a la semana

Y en su pregón, el vocero dice en tono original:
"Quinielero, patrona quiere jugar"
Hoy en Córdoba tenemos, y mañana Tucumán
Y para desquite, el viernes
Se juega la nacional

Yo tanto le llevo al cráneo
Redoblonas o escaleras
Apúntese un numerito
Y verá cómo es primera

Si usted me acierta, le juro
Patrona, que va a cobrar
Porque mi capitalista
Es ventudo y gran bacán

Un forastero del norte se nos llevó un capital
Cuando salió el 07, pucha, que nos tuvo mal
Y todavía hay gilastros que nos tiran a embocar
Sabiendo que es juego noble, que es industria nacional

Y si no embocan, ¿qué importa?
Yo les traigo de verdad
Ilusiones
Y alguna vez realidad

Y por último el consuelo de aquel refrán decidor
"El que anda mal en el juego
No erra una en el amor"

Yo tanto le llevo al cráneo
Redoblonas o escaleras
Apúntese un numerito
Y verá cómo es primera

Si usted acierta, le juro
Patrona, que va a cobrar
Porque mi capitalista
Es ventudo y gran bacán

The lottery runner

It's just not the greengrocer
With their morning song
Who wakes us up shouting
"Fresh potatoes and a special"

Today the lottery runner imitates them
And in their early promise
They tell us that there is a cool breeze three times a week

And in their spiel, the spokesman says in an original tone:
"Lottery runner, sweetheart wants to play"
Today in Cordoba we have, and tomorrow Tucuman
And for a change, on Friday
The national is played

I've been racking my brains so much
Straight bets or parlays
Give me a little number
And you'll see how it's a first

If you hit it right, I swear
Sweetheart, you'll cash in
Because my boss
Is lucky and a big shot

A foreigner from the north took a lot of money from us
When the 07 came out, boy, that really hurt us
And there are still some suckers who try to trick us
Knowing that it's a noble game, that it's a national industry

And if you don't hit it, what does it matter?
I'm bringing you the truth
Illusions
And sometimes reality

And finally the consolation of that old saying
"He who does poorly at gambling
Never misses in love"

I've been racking my brains so much
Straight bets or parlays
Give me a little number
And you'll see how it's a first

If you hit it right, I swear
Sweetheart, you'll cash in
Because my boss
Is lucky and a big shot