Paroles et traduction Osvaldo Pugliese - Vieja Recova

Vieja Recova

La otra noche, mientras iba caminando como un curda
Tranco a tranco, solo y triste, recorriendo el veredón
Sentí el filo de una pena que en el lado de la zurda
Se empeñaba traicionera por tajearme el corazón

Entre harapos lamentables vi a una pobre pordiosera
Sollozando su desgracia, una mano me tendió
Y al tirarle unas monedas a la vieja pordiosera
Vi que el rostro avergonzado con las manos se cubrió

Vieja recova, arrinconada de su vida
La encontré pobre y vencida
Y con una mueca fatal
La mala suerte le jugó una carta brava
Se le dio vuelta la traba, la vejez la derrotó
Vieja recova, si vieras cuánto rodó

Yo la he visto cuando moza, ir tejiendo fantasías
Con sus sueños de altos vuelos y sus noches de champán
Pobrecita, quién pensara los finales de tu vida
Y en la trágica limosna vergonzante que hoy le dan

Me alejé, vieja recova, de su lado, te imaginas
Amiguita de otros tiempos, qué dolor pude sentir
Lo que ayer fuera grandeza hoy mostraba solo ruinas
Y unas lágrimas porfiadas no las pude desmentir

Vieja recova, arrinconada de su vida
La encontré pobre y vencida
Y con una mueca fatal
La mala suerte le jugó una carta brava
Se le dio vuelta la traba, la vejez la derrotó
Vieja recova, si vieras cuánto rodó

Old Arcade

The other night, while I was walking like a drunkard
Step by step, alone and sad, strolling along the sidewalk
I felt the edge of a pain that on my left side
Treacherously insisted on stabbing my heart

Among pitiful rags I saw a poor beggar woman
Sobbing her misfortune, she held out a hand to me
And when I tossed some coins to the old beggar woman
I saw that she covered her ashamed face with her hands

Old arcade, tucked away from her life
I found her poor and defeated
And with a fatal grimace
Bad luck played a cruel card on her
The tables turned on her, old age defeated her
Old arcade, if you only knew how far she's fallen

I've seen her when she was young, weaving fantasies
With her high-flying dreams and her champagne nights
Poor thing, who would have thought of the end of your life
And of the tragic, shameful alms they give you today

I walked away, old arcade, from her side, can you imagine
Friend of other times, what pain I felt
What was once greatness today showed only ruins
And some stubborn tears I couldn't deny

Old arcade, tucked away from her life
I found her poor and defeated
And with a fatal grimace
Bad luck played a cruel card on her
The tables turned on her, old age defeated her
Old arcade, if you only knew how far she's fallen