Текст и перевод песни Carlos Gardel - Dandy (Remastered)

Dandy (Remastered)

Dandy, ahora te llaman
Los que no te conocieron
Cuando entonces, eras terrán
Porque pasás por niño bien
Y ahora te creen que sos un gran bacán

Mas yo sé, Dandy
Que sos un seco, y en el barrio
Se comentan fulerías, para tu mal
Cuando sepan que sólo sos confidente
Tus amigos del café, te piantarán

Has nacido en una cuna
De malevos calaveras
De vivillos y otras yerbas
Sin embargo, ¿quién diría?
Que en el circo de la vida
Siempre fuiste un gran chabón

Entre la gente del hampa
No has tenido performance
Porque baten los pipiolos
Que se ha corrido la bolilla
Y han juna′o que sos un gran batidor

Dandy, en vez de darte tanto corte
Pensá un poco en tu viejita
Y en su dolor
Tu pobre hermana, en el taller su vida entrega
Con entero amor

Y por las noches
Su almita enferma, con la de tu madrecita
En una sola, sufriendo están
Cuando un día llegue a nevar tu cabeza
A tu hermana y a tu vieja, llorarás

Has nacido en una cuna
De malevos calaveras
De vivillos y otras yerbas
Sin embargo, ¿quién diría?
Que en el circo de la vida
Siempre fuiste un gran chabón

Entre la gente del hampa
No has tenido performance
Porque baten los pipiolos
Que se ha corrido la bolilla
Y han juna'o que sos un gran batidor

Dandy (Remastered)

Dandy, now they call you
Those who never knew you
When you were a commoner
Because you appear well-to-do
And now they believe you're a great gentleman

But I know, Dandy
That you're a coward, and in the neighborhood
There's gossip, for your misfortune
When they learn that you're just a confidant
Your café friends will leave you

You were born in a cradle
Of tough outlaws
Of swindlers and other weeds
However, who would have thought?
That in the circus of life
You've always been a big guy

Among the underworld crowd
You've had no performance
Because the young punks claim
That the rumor has spread
And they've sworn that you're a great liar

Dandy, instead of flexing so much
Think a little about your old woman
And her pain
Your poor sister, in the workshop her life ends
With complete love

And at night
Her sick soul, with that of your little mother
In one, suffering they are
When one day your head turns to snow
For your sister and your old woman, you'll cry

You were born in a cradle
Of tough outlaws
Of swindlers and other weeds
However, who would have thought?
That in the circus of life
You've always been a big guy

Among the underworld crowd
You've had no performance
Because the young punks claim
That the rumor has spread
And they've sworn that you're a great liar