Текст и перевод песни Carlos Gardel - Milonga fina

Milonga fina

Te declaraste Milonga fina
Cuando dejaste el arrabal
El traje mishio de percalina
Y la puntilla del delantal
El moño rojo, que te ponías
Tan paradito, tan coquetón
Y aquello novios que te traías
Cuando salías a patacón

Ya no lucís la presencia
Pebeta del arrabal
La dejaste en la querencia
Pobrecita, por tu mal
Ya no pasás tentadora
Camino del almacén
Y un pobre mozo te llora
Solamente por tu bien

Ya no te ronda la mishiadura
Hoy por la vida triunfal pasás
Con un poquito más de amargura
Que con tu risa disimulás
Para engrupirte, para olvidarte
Por todo aquello que ya pasó
Y aquel mocito que por llorarte
Un día triste, pobre murió

Te declaraste Milonga fina
Cuando anduviste con aquel gil
Que te engrupía con cocaína
Y te llevaba al Armenonvil
Donde al compás de un tango canero
Ibas perdiendo la realidad
Y los chamuyos de un milonguero
Te pervirtieron, con su maldad

Fine Milonga

You declared yourself a Fine Milonga
When you left the slums
The calico dress
And lace apron
The red bow that you wore
So upright, so coquettish
And those boyfriends you brought
When you went out to party

You no longer show up
Girl from the slums
You left it in the old neighborhood
Poor thing, for your own good
You no longer pass by tempting
On the way to the store
And a poor boy cries for you
Only for your own good

You are no longer haunted by poverty
Today you pass through life as a triumph
With just a bit more bitterness
That you hide with your laughter
To make yourself feel better, to forget
All that has passed
And that young man who cried for you
One sad day, died a poor man

You declared yourself a Fine Milonga
When you were with that boy
Who tricked you with cocaine
And took you to a fancy place
Where to the rhythm of a tango
You lost touch with reality
And the sweet talk of a gangster
Corrupted you with his wickedness