Текст и перевод песни Carlos Gardel - Milonguera (Remasterizado 2022)

Milonguera (Remasterizado 2022)

Milonguera de melena recortada
Que ahora te exhibes en el Pigall
No recuerdas tu cabeza coronada
Por cabellos relucientes sin igual
Acordate que tu vieja acariciaba
Con sus manos pequeñitas de mujer
Tu cabeza de muchachita alocada
Que soñaba con grandezas y placer

Una noche te fugaste
Del hogar que te cuidó
Y a la vieja abandonaste
Que en la vida te adoró
En busca de los amores
Y para buscar placeres
Fuiste con otras mujeres
Al lugar de los dolores

Milonguera de melena recortada
Que antes tenías hogar feliz
No recuerdas a tu viejita amargada
Que ignora todavía tu desliz
Acordáte de aquel novio enamorado
Que luchaba por formarte un buen hogar
Y que tímido, feliz y mal confiado
Colocaba tu recuerdo en un altar

Ahora sola, abandonada
En las alas del placer
Vas dejando, acongojada
Tus encantos de mujer
De tus trenzas en la historia
Ni unas hebras quedarán
Que recuerden tu memoria
A los que te llorarán

Milonguera de melena recortada
Que ahora te exhibes en el Pigall
No recuerdas tu cabeza coronada
Por cabellos relucientes sin igual
Acordáte que tu vieja acariciaba
Con sus manos pequeñitas de mujer
Tu cabeza de muchachita alocada
Que soñaba con grandezas y placer

Milonguera (Remastered 2022)

Milonguera, with your bobbed hair,
Now you flaunt yourself at the Pigalle,
Don't you remember your head crowned,
By shining hair without equal?
Remember how your old mother caressed,
With her small, womanly hands,
Your wild, young girl's head,
That dreamed of grandeur and pleasure?

One night you ran away,
From the home that cared for you,
And you abandoned the old woman,
Who adored you in life.
In search of love,
And to seek pleasures,
You went with other women,
To the place of sorrows.

Milonguera, with your bobbed hair,
Who once had a happy home,
Don't you remember your bitter old mother,
Who still ignores your transgression?
Remember that lovesick boyfriend,
Who struggled to build you a good home,
And who, timid, happy, and mistrustful,
Placed your memory on an altar.

Now alone, abandoned,
On the wings of pleasure,
You're leaving behind, heartbroken,
Your womanly charms.
Of your braids in history,
Not even a strand will remain,
To remember your memory,
To those who will mourn you.

Milonguera, with your bobbed hair,
Now you flaunt yourself at the Pigalle,
Don't you remember your head crowned,
By shining hair without equal?
Remember how your old mother caressed,
With her small, womanly hands,
Your wild, young girl's head,
That dreamed of grandeur and pleasure?