Paroles et traduction Carlos Gardel - Pobre Milonga

Pobre Milonga

Milonguera, lo quiso tu suerte
Y siempre pa' todos milonga serás
Hasta que te sorprenda la muerte
Ni amor, ni consuelo, ni nada tendrás

Milonga
Nadie cree que sos buena
Tu martirio se prolonga
Y se ríen de tu pena

Milonga
Tienes que vivir cantando
Aunque tu dolor se oponga
Pues si ven que estás llorando
Muchacha, todos dicen que es chiqué

Pobre Milonga
Es inútil que pretendas escaparte
¡Pobre muchacha!
No hallarás quien se interese por salvarte
¡Siempre Milonga has de morir!

Condenada a ser capricho
Y a no ser jamás mujer
Pisoteada por el mundo
Qué mal fin vas a tener

Milonguera, tu amor entregaste
A un hombre que nunca lo supo apreciar
Para él fuiste la eterna milonga
Que sabe tan solo beber y bailar

Llorando
Le pedías que creyera
En tu pena tan sincera
Y él decía desconfiado:

"Milonga,
¿Qué ganás con engrupirme
Que tu amor es puro y firme?
¡Salí de ahí, que estás borracha!
Muchacha, no tomes tanto champán"

Pobre Milonga
Tu tristeza y tu dolor nadie comprende
¡Pobre muchacha!
Para todos sos un cuerpo que se vende
Frágil muñeca sin corazón

Sin embargo, por las noches
En las casas de pensión
Interrumpen el silencio
Tus sollozos de dolor

Poor Milonga

Oh, Milonguera, fate has sealed your lot
And for all eternity, a milonga you shall be
Until death's cold hand sets you free
No love, no solace, no solace shall you find

Milonga
None believe you're good and true
Your torment knows no end
And they laugh at your sorrow, my friend

Milonga
You must live your life singing
Though your pain may tear you apart
For if they see you crying
They'll say, "My dear, it's quite the art"

Poor Milonga
It's futile to dream of escape
Poor girl!
No one will care for your fate
Forever Milonga, you'll remain

Condemned to be a whim
And never a woman to be
Trampled on by all around
Oh, what a destiny for you

Milonguera, your love you gave
To a man who never knew its worth
To him, you were just a milonga
Who knew only how to drink and dance

Crying
You begged him to believe
In your love so sincere and deep
But with a distrustful tone, he said:

"Milonga,
Why do you try to deceive me
With your feigned love's purity?
Get lost, you're just a drunkard, a fool
Stop drinking that champagne, girl, it's a rule"

Poor Milonga
No one understands your sorrow and pain
Poor girl!
To them, you're just a body for sale
A fragile doll with no heart, no soul

Yet at night
In the boarding houses where you roam
Your sobs of anguish break the silence
A symphony of your pain, your endless moan