Текст и перевод песни Carlos Gardel - Tortazos

Tortazos

Te conquistaron con plata
Y rajaste para adentro
Las luces malas del centro
Te hicieron meter la pata

Nada te importó, che, ingrata
Echaste todo a rodar
Pues tu afán de figurar
Enfermó tu alma de olvido
Y aura hasta tenés marido
Las cosas que hay que aguantar

Mi hijita me causa gracia
Tu nuevo estado civil
Porque has engrupido a un gil
Que creyó en tu aristocracia

Vos sos la ñata Pancracia
Hija del tano Gerarto
Un goruta flaco y alto
Que trabajaba en la Boca
No te acordás, gringa loca
Cuando piantaste al asfalto

Y ahora tenés vuaturé
Usás tapao petigris y
Tenés un infeliz
Que la chamuya en francés

Que hacés, tres veces que hacés
Señora Clisolda Valle
Si cuando lucís tu talle
Con ese coso del brazo
No te rompo de un tortazo
Por no pegarte en la calle

Señora, pero hay que ver
Tu berretín de matrona
Si te acordás de Ramona
Abonale el alquiler

No te hagás la rata cruel
Desparramando la guita
Baja el copete mi hijita
Con tu vida bacanada
Pero si sos más manyada
Que el tango La Cumparsita

Tortazos

My, you were quite the player when money came a-calling
And off you went to the city's glittering lights
That led to some bad decisions and tearful nights
And now you're paying the price, all day and all night

You cast aside everything, my ungrateful dear
You threw it all away
In your quest for fame, you lost your way
And now your soul is filled with sorrow and dismay
And you've even found a husband, what a ridiculous play
Some things in life are harder than they appear

My sweet daughter, your new status makes me smile
It's quite comical, I must say
You've managed to hoodwink a naive, gullible soul
Who bought into your aristocratic charade, what a foolish display

You're nothing but a fraud, a fake, and a cheat
Daughter of old Gerarto, the Italian peddler on the street
A skinny, crooked loser, who couldn't make ends meet
Who worked down by the docks, where the sailors would eat
Have you forgotten your roots, you ungrateful cheat?
When you ran away from home, seeking fame in the city's heat

Now you have a fancy car, and you dress to impress
You speak in fake French, and you think you're the best
But you're nothing more than a phony, a user, a mess
Who's fooling the poor sap you've got under your spell

What are you up to, Mrs. Clisolda Valle?
When you strut around town, looking so grand
With that rich guy on your arm, like you're from some faraway land
I'm holding back, my dear, I'm trying not to make a scene
But I'm close to losing it, I'm about to explode
For not slapping you silly, for the things you've shown

My dear, you've got some nerve, it's plain to see
Pretending to be a lady of high society
Remember Ramona, who used to rent that room in the alleyway?
You owe her money, you should settle your debt

Don't act so clueless, you know what you've done
You've been throwing money around like you're made of it
Come down from your high horse, my dear, it's time to quit
Your life of luxury is a sham
You're more twisted than the tango, you're a pro at the game
The grandest of frauds, with a heart full of disdain