Текст и перевод песни Carlos Gardel - El Olivo

El Olivo

Allá, junto a la ribera
Un tano alegre vivía
Laburando noche y día
Junto con su compañera

Y del arroyo al rumor
Alocao por sus murmullos
Eran felices los grullos
Engrupidos en su amor

Y dicen, las comadres
Paseando junto al río:
"Los cosos se fugaron
Sul píccolo navío"

Y como no volvieron
Y el tiempo transcurrió
La gente, se dijeron:
"El píccolo se hundió"

Bodegón mistongo
Qué alegre y fulero
Fue el rey del mondongo
La pizza y buyón

En donde el corrillo
Que charla italiano
Fumando toscanos
La va de acordeón

Y dicen, las comadres
Paseando junto al río:
"Los cosos se fugaron
Sul píccolo navío"

Y como no volvieron
Y el tiempo transcurrió
La gente, se dijeron:
"Araca, el píccolo se hundió"

Era un cusifai cabrero
Que a la mina la afilaba
De carpa la trabajaba
Con el cuento del: "te quiero"

Y como el coso era vivo
Y ella joven y coqueta
Una noche, en la trompeta
El olivo le fajó

Y dicen, las comadres
Paseando junto al río:
"Los cosos se fugaron
Sul píccolo navío"

Y como no volvieron
Y el tiempo transcurrió
La gente, se dijeron:
"Araca, el píccolo se hundió"

Olive Tree

Over there, next to the shoreline
A cheerful Italian lived
Toiling day and night
With his companion

And to the murmurs of the stream
Driven wild by its babble
The doves were happy
Smitten by their love

And the gossips say,
Strolling along the river:
"The fellas ran away
On their little boat"

And as they never returned
And time went by
The people said:
"The little boat sank"

Misty joint
How joyous and seedy
It was the king of tripe
Pizza and broth

Where the small crowd
Chatters in Italian
Smoking Tuscan cigars
Plays the accordion

And the gossips say,
Strolling along the river:
"The fellas ran away
On their little boat"

And as they never returned
And time went by
The people said:
"Alright, the little boat sank"

There was a sly goatherd
Who kept the girl happy
He worked her hard
With the story of: "I love you"

And as the guy was smart
And she was young and flirty
One night, at the trumpet
The olive tree hit him

And the gossips say,
Strolling along the river:
"The fellas ran away
On their little boat"

And as they never returned
And time went by
The people said:
"Alright, the little boat sank"