Arrabalero (Remastered) - Carlos Gardel перевод на английский

Arrabalero (Remastered)

Es la pebeta más rechiflada
Que en el suburbio pasó la vida
Es la percanta que fue querida
De aquel malevo que la amuró

Es el orgullo del barrio entero
Tengo una fe que es su ilusión
Pues es criolla, es milonguera
Quiero a su hombre en el corazón

En un bulín mistongo
Del arrabal porteño
Lo conoció en un sueño
Le dio su corazón
Supo que era malevo
Lo quiso con locura
Sufrió por su ventura
Con santa devoción

Ahora, aunque la faje
Purrete arrabalero
Ya sabe que lo quiero
Con toda su ilusión
Y que ella es toda suya
Que suyo es su cariño
Que de ellos era el niño
Obra del metejón

Por ser derecho es su hombrecito
Arrabalero de Puente Alsina
Se juega entero por esa mina
Porque la sabe de corazón

Pero si un día llega a engañarla
Como hacen otros con sus mujeres
Esta minucha que ríe y canta
Llorará siempre por su traición

Y ahora, aunque la faje
Purrete arrabalero
Ya sabe que lo quiero
Con toda su ilusión
Y que ella es toda suya
Que suyo es su cariño
Que de ellos era el niño
Obra del metejón

Arrabalero (Remastered)

She's the craziest girl
Who spent her life in the slums
She's the woman who was loved
By that tough guy who adored her

She's the pride of the whole neighborhood
I have a faith that is her dream
For she is a Creole, a tango dancer
I love her man in my heart

In a shabby tenement
Of the Buenos Aires slums
She met him in a dream
She gave him her heart
She knew he was a tough guy
She loved him madly
She suffered for his happiness
With holy devotion

Now, even though he's rough
Little slum boy
He already knows that I love him
With all her illusion
And that she is all his
That hers is his love
That theirs was the child
Product of the infatuation

Because he's upright, he's her little man
Slum boy from Puente Alsina
He gives his all for that woman
Because he knows she's true at heart

But if one day he cheats on her
Like others do with their women
This little girl who laughs and sings
Will cry forever for his betrayal

And now, even though he's rough
Little slum boy
He already knows that I love him
With all her illusion
And that she is all his
That hers is his love
That theirs was the child
Product of the infatuation