Paroles et traduction Carlos Gardel - Milonguera

Milonguera

Milonguera de melena recortada
Que ahora te exhibes en el Pigall
No recuerdas tu cabeza coronada
Por cabellos relucientes sin igual

Acordáte que tu vieja acariciaba
Con sus manos pequeñitas de mujer
Tu cabeza de muchachita alocada
Que soñaba con grandezas y placer

Una noche te fugaste
Del hogar que te cuidó
Y a la vieja abandonaste
Que en la vida te adoró

En busca de los amores
Y para buscar placeres
Fuiste con otras mujeres
Al lugar de los dolores

Milonguera de melena recortada
Que antes tenías hogar feliz
No recuerdas a tu viejita amargada
Que ignora todavía tu desliz

Acordáte de aquel novio enamorado
Que luchaba por formarte un buen hogar
Y que tímido, feliz y mal confiado
Colocaba tu recuerdo en un altar

Ahora, sola, abandonada
En las alas del placer
Vas dejando, acongojada
Tus encantos de mujer

De tus trenzas en la historia
Ni unas hebras quedarán
Que recuerden tu memoria
A los que te llorarán

Milonguera de melena recortada
Que ahora te exhibes en el Pigall
No recuerdas tu cabeza coronada
Por cabellos relucientes sin igual

Acordáte que tu vieja acariciaba
Con sus manos pequeñitas de mujer
Tu cabeza de muchachita alocada
Que soñaba con grandezas y placer

Milonguera

Short-haired Milonguera,
Now you exhibit yourself at the Pigall,
You don't remember your head crowned
By shiny, unmatched hair.

Remember how your old woman used to caress
With her tiny, feminine hands
Your head of a crazy young girl
Who dreamed of greatness and pleasure.

One night you ran away
From the home that took care of you,
And you abandoned the old woman
Who adored you in life.

In search of love,
And to seek pleasures,
You went with other women
To the place of sorrows.

Short-haired Milonguera,
Who used to have a happy home,
You don't remember your bitter old lady
Who still ignores your slip.

Remember that boyfriend in love
Who struggled to build you a good home,
And who, shy, happy, and wrongly trusting,
Placed your memory on an altar.

Now, alone, abandoned
In the wings of pleasure,
You are leaving, distressed,
Your charms as a woman.

From your braids in history
Not even a few strands will remain
To remember your memory
To those who will mourn you.

Short-haired Milonguera,
Now you exhibit yourself at the Pigall,
You don't remember your head crowned
By shiny, unmatched hair.

Remember how your old woman used to caress
With her tiny, feminine hands
Your head of a crazy young girl
Who dreamed of greatness and pleasure.