Paroles et traduction Hugo del Carril - Mano a Mano

Mano a Mano

Rechiflao en mi tristeza
Hoy te evoco y veo que has sido
En mi pobre vida paria
Solo una buena mujer
Tu presencia de bacana
Puso calor en mi nido
Fuiste buena, consecuente,
Y yo sé que me has querido
Como no quisiste a nadie,
Como no podrás querer

Se dio el juego de remanye,
Cuando vos, pobre percanta
Gambeteabas la pobreza
En la casa de pensión
Hoy sos toda una bacana,
La vida te rie y canta
Los morlacos del otario
Los tiras a la marchanta
Como juega el gato maula
Con el misero ratón

Hoy tenes el mate lleno
De infelices ilusiones
Te engrupieron los otarios,
Las amigas, el gavión
La milonga entre magnates
Con sus locas tentaciones
Donde triunfan y claudican
Milongueras pretensiones
Se te ha entrado muy adentro
En el pobre corazón

Nada debo agradecerte,
Mano a mano hemos quedado
No me importa lo que has hecho,
Lo que haces, ni lo que harás
Los favores recibidos creo habértelos pagado
Y si alguna deuda chica
Sin querer se me ha olvidado
En la cuenta del otario que tenés
Se la cargas

Mientras tanto que tus triunfos,
Pobres triunfos pasajeros
Sean una larga fila de riquezas y placer
Que el bacan que te acamala
Tenga pesos duraderos
Y te abrace en las paradas
Con compadres milonqueros
Y que digan los muchachos es una buena mujer

Y mañana cuando seas
Descolado mueble viejo
Y no tengas esperanzas
En el pobre corazón
Si precisas una ayuda,
Si te hace falta un consejo
Acordate de este amigo
Que ha de jugarse el pellejo
P'ayudarte en lo que pueda,
Cuando llegue la ocasión

Head to Head

Engulfed in my sadness
Today I remember you, and I see that you have been
In my poor outcast life
Just a good woman
Your socialite's presence
Brought warmth to my nest
You were kind, and consistent,
And I know that you loved me
Like you loved no one else,
Like you will never love anyone else

We played this game of betrayal,
As you, poor girl
Dodged poverty
In the boarding house
Today, you are a socialite,
Life laughs and sings to you,
You throw away the fool's money,
To the merchants
As a sly cat plays
With a hapless mouse

Today you are full of hope,
Of foolish dreams,
You've been taken in by fools,
Your friends, the seagull
The milonga among the wealthy
With its crazy temptations
Where ambitions triumph and fail,
The desires of the people of the night
You've become deeply affected,
In your poor heart

I owe you nothing,
We have been head to head.
I don't care what you've done,
What you're doing, or what you will do
I believe I have paid back the favors I received
And if some small debt
Has been forgotten by me,
Charge it to the fool you have,
That's where it belongs

In the meantime, your triumphs,
Poor ephemeral triumphs,
May they be a long line of wealth and pleasure
May the wealthy man who loves you
Have lasting wealth
And may he embrace you in secret
With fellow night owls
And may the boys say she's a good woman

And tomorrow, when you are
A useless old relic,
And you have no hope
In your poor heart
If you need help,
If you need advice,
Remember this friend
Who will risk his neck
To help you as much as I can,
When the time comes