Текст и перевод песни Carlos Gardel - Se Llama Mujer (Remastered)

Se Llama Mujer (Remastered)

Pasa por mis barrios, un hombre barbudo
Marcando la pena de su soledad
Y por las facciones de su rostro rudo
Se observan los rasgos de temprana edad.
Se hacen comentarios en favor de su alma,
Dicen que fue bueno, generoso y fiel.
Presenta apariencias, de llevar con calma
Una vida brava, misteriosa y cruel.
Hombre misterioso
Que pasas de largo
Nuca tu tristeza
Nos querés contar;
A pesar de todo
Yo sé, sin embargo,
La melancolía
Que te tiene mal.
Mirando la ruina de tu hogar deshecho
Ves la vida clara y pensás mejor,
El "Pebete Blanco" que adornó tu lecho
Y la "Nube Negra" que eclipsó tu sol.
Bendita la calma, que con gran acierto,
Infunde en tu férrea voluntad,
Y en el duro trance de tu mal momento,
Es la compañera de tu soledad.
Vaga por las calles
Misteriosamente,
Nadie su desdicha
Logrará saber,
Carece de amigos,
Vive pobremente;
Su pena más honda
Se llama... ¡mujer!

Her Name Is a Woman (Remastered)

A bearded man walks through my neighborhood
Marking the sorrow of his loneliness
And in the features of his hard face
You can see the traces of an early age.
Comments are made in favor of his soul,
They say he was good, generous, and faithful.
He appears calm,
Living a wild, mysterious, and cruel life.
Mysterious man
Who walks past
You never want
To tell us your sadness;
In spite of everything
I know, however,
The melancholy
That pains you.
Looking at the ruin of your broken home
You see life clearly and think better,
The "White Kid" who adorned your bed
And the "Black Cloud" that eclipsed your sun.
Blessed is the calm, which with great success,
Instills in your iron will,
And in the hard trance of your bad moment,
It is the companion of your solitude.
He wanders the streets
Mysteriously,
No one will know
His misfortune,
He has no friends,
He lives poorly;
His deepest pain
Is called... a woman!