Текст и перевод песни Carlos Gardel - Me da pena confesarlo - Remastered

Me da pena confesarlo - Remastered

Nace el hombre en este mundo
Remanyao por el destino
Y prosigue su camino
Muy confiado del rigor
Sin pensar que la inclemencia
De la vida sin amor
Va enredando su existencia
En los tientos del dolor

Pero llega que un momento
Se da cuenta de su suerte
Y se amarga hasta la muerte
Sin tener ya salvación
Pues comprende que la vida
Fue tan sólo un metejón
Al perder la fe querida
De su pobre corazón

Me da pena el confesarlo
Pero es triste ¡qué canejo!
El venirse tan abajo
Derrotao y para viejo
No es de hombres lamentarse
Pero al ver cómo me alejo
Sin poderlo remediar
Yo lloro sin querer llorar

Si no fuera que el recuerdo
De mi madre tan querida
Me acollara en esta vida
Con sentida devoción
No era yo quien aguantaba
Esta triste situación
Ni el que así se contemplaba
Sin abrirse el corazón

Pero hay cosas, compañero
Que ninguno las comprende
Uno a veces se defiende
Del dolor para vivir
Como aquel que haciendo alarde
De coraje en el sufrir
No se mata de cobarde
Por temor de no morir

Me da pena el confesarlo
Pero es triste ¡qué canejo!
El venirse tan abajo
Derrotao y para viejo
No es de hombre lamentarse
Pero al ver cómo me alejo
Sin poderlo remediar
Yo lloro sin querer llorar

It Pains Me to Confess - Remastered

Man is born into this world,
Rowed along by destiny,
And follows his path,
So confident in its rigor,
Without a thought for the harshness
Of a life without love,
Entangling his existence
In the ropes of sorrow.

But there comes a moment
When he realizes his fate,
And is embittered until death,
With no salvation left.
For he understands that life
Was just a fleeting infatuation,
Upon losing the cherished faith
Of his poor heart.

It pains me to confess it, my love,
But it's sad, what the hell!
To fall so low,
Defeated and growing old.
It's not like a man to lament,
But seeing how I drift away,
Without being able to help it,
I cry without wanting to cry.

If it weren't for the memory
Of my dear mother,
Who embraced me in this life
With heartfelt devotion,
I wouldn't be the one enduring
This sad situation,
Nor the one contemplating himself like this,
Without opening his heart.

But there are things, my friend,
That no one understands.
Sometimes one defends oneself
From pain in order to live,
Like the one who boasts
Of courage in suffering,
Doesn't kill himself out of cowardice,
For fear of not dying.

It pains me to confess it, my love,
But it's sad, what the hell!
To fall so low,
Defeated and growing old.
It's not like a man to lament,
But seeing how I drift away,
Without being able to help it,
I cry without wanting to cry.