Текст и перевод песни Carlos Gardel - Uno y Uno

Uno y Uno

Hace rato que te juro
Que sos un gil a la gurda
Pretencioso cuando curda
Engrupido y charlatán

Se te dio vuelta la taba
Hoy andas hecho un andrajo
Has descendido tan bajo
Que ni bolilla te dan

Qué quedó de aquel jaileife
Que en el juego del amor
Decía siempre: "mucha efe
Me tengo pa′ tallador"

Dónde están aquellos brillos
Y de vento aquel pacoy
Que disqueabas, poligrillo
Con las minas del convoy

Y esos jetras tan costosos
Funyi tarros de un color
Que de puro espamentoso
Los tenías al por mayor

Y esas grelas que engrupido
Te tenían con su amor
No manyás que vos has sido
Un mishé de lo mejor

Se acabaron esos saques
De cincuenta ganadores
Ya no hay tarros de colores
Ni hay almuerzo en el Julien

Ya no hay paddock en las carreras
Y hoy, si no te ve ninguno
Te acoplás con uno y uno
Qué distinto era tu tren

Qué quedó de aquel jaileife
Que en el juego del amor
Decía siempre: "mucha efe
Me tengo pa' tallador"

Dónde están aquellos brillos
Y de vento aquel pacoy
Que disqueabas, poligrillo
Con las minas del convoy

Y esos jetras tan costosos
Funyi tarros y color
Que de puro espamentoso
Los tenías al por mayor

Y esas grelas que engrupido
Te tenían con su amor
No manyás que vos has sido
Un mishé de lo mejor

One on One

You swore to me a while ago
That you're a good-for-nothing idiot
Pretentious when wasted
Conceited and a chatterbox

The tables have turned
Today you're a wreck
You've fallen so low
That no one even notices you

What happened to that arrogant man
Who in the game of love
Always said: "I'm a great one
I've got what it takes to be a player"

Where is that flashy stuff
And that fancy dude
That you used to chat up
All the girls on the street

And those expensive clothes
You would change your shirts so often
That it was almost scary
You had so many of them

And those girls who adored you
Who loved you so much
Don't you realize that you were
A real piece of work

Those big wins are gone
No more winning streaks
No more colorful shirts
No more fancy dinners

No more betting at the races
And today, if no one notices you
You'll just hook up with anyone
How things have changed

What happened to that arrogant man
Who in the game of love
Always said: "I'm a great one
I've got what it takes to be a player"

Where is that flashy stuff
And that fancy dude
That you used to chat up
All the girls on the street

And those expensive clothes
You would change your shirts so often
That it was almost scary
You had so many of them

And those girls who adored you
Who loved you so much
Don't you realize that you were
A real piece of work