Paroles et traduction Carlos Gardel - Me da pena cofesarlo

Me da pena cofesarlo

Nace el hombre en este mundo remanya'o por el destino
Y prosigue su camino muy confiado del rigor
Sin pensar que la inclemencia de la vida sin amor
Va enredando su existencia en los tientos del dolor

Pero llega que un momento se da cuenta de su suerte
Y se amarga hasta la muerte sin tener ya salvación
Pues comprende que la vida fue tan solo un metejón
Al perder la fe querida de su pobre corazón

Me da pena el confesarlo, pero es triste, que canejo
El venirse tan abajo, derrota'o y para viejo
No es de hombre lamentarse, pero al ver como me alejo
Sin poderlo remediar yo lloro sin querer llorar

Si no fuera que el recuerdo de mi madre tan querida
Me acollare en esta vida con sentida devoción
No era yo quien aguantaba esta triste situación
Ni el que así se contemplaba sin abrirse el corazón

Pero hay cosas, compañero, que ninguno las comprende
Uno a veces se defiende del dolor para vivir
Como aquel que haciendo alarde de coraje en el sufrir
No se mata de cobarde por temor de no morir

Me da pena el confesarlo, pero es triste, que canejo
El venirse tan abajo, derrota'o y para viejo
No es de hombre lamentarse, pero al ver como me alejo
Sin poderlo remediar yo lloro sin querer llorar

It Pains Me to Confess

Man is born in this world, tossed about by fate,
And he follows his path, confident in its rigor,
Without thinking that life's harshness, without love,
Entangles his existence in the ropes of sorrow.

But there comes a moment when he realizes his fate,
And he grows bitter, even unto death, with no salvation,
For he understands that life was just a fleeting infatuation,
Upon losing the beloved faith of his poor heart.

It pains me to confess it, my dear, but it's sad, darn it,
To come crashing down, defeated and old,
It's not manly to lament, but seeing how I drift away,
Without being able to remedy it, I cry without wanting to cry.

If it weren't for the memory of my beloved mother,
Who embraces me in this life with heartfelt devotion,
I wouldn't be the one enduring this sad situation,
Nor the one who contemplates himself this way, without opening his heart.

But there are things, my love, that no one understands,
Sometimes one defends himself from pain in order to live,
Like someone who boasts of courage in suffering,
Doesn't kill himself out of cowardice, for fear of not dying.

It pains me to confess it, my dear, but it's sad, darn it,
To come crashing down, defeated and old,
It's not manly to lament, but seeing how I drift away,
Without being able to remedy it, I cry without wanting to cry.