Текст и перевод песни Carlos Gardel - Preparate Pa´L Domingo

Preparate Pa´L Domingo

Preparate pa'l domingo
Si querés cambiar de yeta
Tengo una rumbiada papa
Que pagará gran sport
Me asegura mi datero
Que lo corre una muñeca
Y que paga, por lo menos
Treinta y siete a ganador

Vos no hagás correr el dato
Atenete a mis informes
Dejá que opinen contrario
La Jornada y La Razón
Con mi dato pa'l domingo
Podés llamarte conforme
Andá preparando vento
Cuanto más vento, mejor

El bacán que con empeño
Me asegura tanta guita
Me ha pedido que reserve
La rumbiada que me da
Vos no hagás correr la bola
Entre gente que palpita
Porque estos datos pulentas
Se brindan por amistad

Dejá que los entendidos
Palpiten sangre y aprontes
De toda la parentela
De la raza caballar
Yo me atrevo a asegurarte
Que ha de ganar al galope
El potrillo Patas Blancas
Hijo de Necesidad

No te violentés al vamos
Porque es larga la tirada
Y al mirar dos patas blancas
Cruzando el disco final
Acamalá tu fortuna
Con treinta y siete por barba
Después te espero en el Conte
Pa' poderlo festejar

Los amigos se cotizan
En las buenas y en las malas
A mí me dieron la chaucha
Y la reparto con vos
Con esos cuatro manguillos
Se acabarán nuestras penas
Y entonces sí que podemos, viejo
Podemos decir que hay Dios

Get Ready for Sunday

Get ready for Sunday
If you want to change your luck
I have a great tip for you, baby
That will pay big time
My informant assures me
That a hotshot will run it
And that it will pay, at least
Thirty-seven to one

Don't spread the word
Stick to my information
Let others say what they want
The Jornada and La Razón
With my tip for Sunday
You can call yourself satisfied
Go ahead and prepare some cash
The more cash, the better

The big shot who eagerly
Assures me of so much money
Has asked me to keep for him
The tip that he is giving me
Don't spread the word
Among horse racing fans
Because these hot tips
Are given out of friendship

Let the experts
Get excited and make their predictions
Of all the family
Of the horse racing breed
I dare to assure you
That it will win at a gallop
The young colt Patas Blancas
Son of Necesidad

Don't get upset at the start
Because the race is long
And when you see two white legs
Crossing the finish line
Cash in your fortune
With thirty-seven to one
Then I'll meet you at the Conte
So we can celebrate

Friends are valued
In good times and in bad
They gave me the tip
And I'm sharing it with you
With those four bucks
Our troubles will be over
And then, my dear, we can truly say
There is a God