Текст и перевод песни Anibal Troilo - El Bulín de la Calle Ayacucho
El
bulin
de
la
calle
Ayacucho
The
speakeasy
on
Ayacucho
Street
Que
en
mis
tiempos
de
rana
alquilaba,
That
I
rented
when
I
was
a
young
frog,
El
bulin
que
la
barra
buscaba
The
speakeasy
that
the
group
would
seek
out
Para
caer
por
la
noche
a
timbear;
To
come
gamble
at
night;
El
bulin
donde
tantos
muchachos
The
speakeasy
where
so
many
boys
En
su
racha
de
vida
fulera
In
their
flush
of
life
as
layabouts
Encontraron
marroco
y
catrera,
Found
a
safe
haven
and
a
bed,
Rechiflado
parece
llorar.
It
seems
to
weep
in
desolation.
El
"primus"
no
me
fallaba
I
never
ran
out
of
"primus"
Con
su
carga
de
agua
ardiente
With
its
load
of
firewater
Y
habiendo
agua
caliente
And
with
hot
water
El
mate
era
alli
señor;
Maté
was
the
king
there;
No
faltaba
la
guitarra
The
guitar
was
never
absent
Bien
encordada
y
lustrosa
Well-strung
and
gleaming
Ni
el
bacan
de
voz
gangosa
Nor
the
tough
guy
with
his
raspy
voice
Con
berretin
de
cantor.
With
the
obsession
of
a
singer.
Cotorrito
mistongo
tirado
Rambunctious
little
parrot
thrown
out
En
el
fondo
de
aquel
conventillo,
Into
the
back
of
that
tenement,
Sin
alfombras,
sin
lujo
y
sin
brillo,
Without
carpets,
without
luxury
and
without
shine,
Cuantos
dias
felices
pase
How
many
happy
days
I
spent
Al
calor
del
querer
de
una
piba
In
the
warmth
of
the
love
of
a
girl
Que
fue
mia,
mimosa
y
sincera,
Who
was
mine,
tender
and
true,
Y
una
noche
de
invierno
y
fulera
And
one
cold
and
wretched
winter
night
En
un
vuelo,
hacia
el
cielo
se
fue.
She
flew
away
to
heaven.
Cada
cosa
era
un
recuerdo
Each
thing
was
a
memory
Que
la
vida
me
anargaba,
That
life
burdened
me
with,
Por
eso
me
la
pasaba
That's
why
I
kept
myself
Cabrero,
rante
y
triston;
Headstrong,
quarrelsome
and
sad;
Los
muchachos
se
cortaron
The
boys
cut
themselves
off
Al
verme
tan
afligido,
Seeing
me
so
afflicted,
Y
yo
me
quede
en
el
nido
And
I
stayed
in
the
nest
Empollando
mi
aflicción.
Brooding
on
my
affliction.
El
bulin
de
la
calle
Ayacucho
The
speakeasy
on
Ayacucho
Street
Ha
quedado
mistongo
y
fulero,
Has
become
wretched
and
desolate,
Ya
no
se
oye
al
cantor
milonguero
The
singing
milonguero
is
no
longer
heard
Engrupido
su
musa
entonar;
Charming
his
muse
to
sing;
Y
en
el
"primus"
no
bulle
la
pava
And
the
water
does
not
boil
in
the
"primus"
Que
a
la
barra
contenta
reunia,
That
would
bring
the
group
together
in
happiness,
Y
el
bacan
de
la
rante
alegria
And
the
tough
guy
with
his
lively
joy
Esta
seco
de
tanto
llorar.
Is
withered
from
all
the
crying.
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