Una Tarde - Carlos Gardel traduction en anglais

Una Tarde

Una tarde de otoño, callada
A tu barrio te vieron volver
Barrio bravo, famosa cortada
Que entre guapos te viera perder
Se acercó un viejo amigo y te dijo
"Tu viejita esperando se fue"
Se ablandó tu guapeza al recuerdo
Y temblando dijiste, "Lo sé"

La noche, destiñendo los viejos conventillos
Pasó por la barriada que en sombras se inundó
Y, recostado al muro, el viejo farolito
Campana de la noche, espiando parpadeó

Lo mismo que una sombra hundida entre otras sombras
Pasaste por la casa del triste callejón
Donde tu pobre vieja, con la esperanza siempre
De verte regresando, quemaba una ilusión

Y una tarde, cumplido, volvías
A tu barrio, tan solo por ver
La casita que tantos recuerdos
Sepultó de tus horas de ayer
Y viviendo el recuerdo de otrora
Sollozando un perdido querer
Te alejaste en la noche y ya nunca
Por tu barrio te vieron volver

La noche, destiñendo los viejos conventillos
Pasó por la barriada que en sombras se inundó
Y, recostado al muro, el viejo farolito
Campana de la noche, espiando parpadeó

Lo mismo que una sombra hundida entre otras sombras
Pasaste por la casa del triste callejón
Donde tu pobre vieja, con la esperanza siempre
De verte regresando, quemaba una ilusión

One Afternoon

One autumn afternoon, quiet and still,
They saw you return to your old neighborhood hill.
Tough neighborhood, a street corner famed,
Where among tough guys, your reputation was maimed.
An old friend approached and said to you low,
"Your dear old mother, waiting, had to go."
Your tough exterior softened at the thought,
And trembling, you whispered, "I know, I know it's naught."

Night, fading the colors of the old tenements,
Passed through the neighborhood, flooded with shadows' laments.
And, leaning against the wall, the old streetlight dim,
A bell of the night, blinking, watched over him.

Like a shadow sunk deep among other shades,
You passed by the house in the sad alley's glades.
Where your poor old mother, always with the hope so true,
Of seeing you return, kept a flickering flame for you.

And one afternoon, your sentence served, you came back,
To your neighborhood, just to see the old track.
The little house that held so many memories dear,
Buried from your bygone hours, now so clear.
And reliving the memories of times long past,
Sobbing for a lost love that couldn't last,
You walked away into the night, and nevermore,
In your neighborhood, were you ever seen, that's for sure.

Night, fading the colors of the old tenements,
Passed through the neighborhood, flooded with shadows' laments.
And, leaning against the wall, the old streetlight dim,
A bell of the night, blinking, watched over him.

Like a shadow sunk deep among other shades,
You passed by the house in the sad alley's glades.
Where your poor old mother, always with the hope so true,
Of seeing you return, kept a flickering flame for you.