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 salvacin,
Pues comprende que la vida fue tan slo un metejn
Al perder la fe querida de su pobre corazn.

Me da pena confesarlo, pero es triste, qu canejo!
El venirse tan abajo, derrotao y para viejo;
No es de hombre lamentarse pero al ver cmo 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 devocin,
No era yo quien aguantaba esta triste situacin,
Ni el que as se contemplaba sin abrirse el corazn.

Pero hay cosas, compaero, 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.

I Am Sorry to Confess - Remastered

A man is born in this world spoiled by destiny,
And he continues on his way very confident of rigor,
Without thinking that the inclemency of life without love,
Enmeshes his existence in the temptations of pain.

But it comes that a moment he realizes his luck,
And he becomes bitter until death without having any salvation,
Because he understands that life was just a metejn
Upon losing the dear faith of his poor heart.

I am sorry to confess it, but it's sad, what a drag!
To come so low, defeated and looking old;
It is not manly to complain but upon seeing how I leave,
Without being able to help it, I cry without wanting to... cry.

If not for the memory of my dear mother
Sheltering me in this life with heartfelt devotion,
I would not be the one enduring this sad situation,
Nor the one who contemplates himself without opening his heart.

But there are things, my friend, that no one understands,
One sometimes defends oneself from pain in order to live,
Like the one who, making a show of courage in suffering
Does not kill himself out of cowardice for fear of not dying.