Текст и перевод песни Edmundo Rivero - Audacia

Audacia

Me han contado y perdonáme que te increpe de este modo
Que la vas de partenaire en no sé qué bataclán
Que has rodao' cómo potranca que la pechan en el codo
Engrupida bien debute por la charla de un bacán
Yo no manyo francamente lo que es una partenaire
Aunque batan que soy bruto y atrasado, ¡qué querés!
No debe ser nada bueno si hay que andar con todo al aire
Y en vez de batirlo en criollo, te lo baten en francés

Me han contado y este fato, qué querés, me desconsuela
Pues viene de los muchachos que te han visto trabajar
Que salís con otras minas a llenar la pasarela y a cantar
Si lo que hacen se puede llamar cantar
Vos que no tenés oído ni para el "Arroz con Leche"
Que mandabas "La Morocha" cómo número atracción
Quién te viera tan escasa de vergüenza y de peleche
Emprenderla a los berridos cuando suena el charlestón

Te cambiaron, pobre mina
Si tu vieja, la finada
Levantara la cabeza desde el fondo del cajón
Y te viera en esa huella tan audaz y descocada
Se moría nuevamente de dolor e indignación
Vos, aquella muchachita a quién ella santamente
Educó tan calladita, tan humilde, tan formal
Te cambiaron, pobre mina
Te engrupieron tontamente
Bullanguera mascarita de un mistongo carnaval

Audacity

I've heard and forgive me for offending you this way
That you're a partner in some nightclub or something
That you've been around like a filly that's been pushed in the elbow
Tricked by a swell's talk
I don't really get what a partner is
Even though they say I'm dumb and backward, what do you want?
It can't be anything good if you have to walk around with everything out in the open
And instead of playing it in criollo, they play it for you in French

I've heard and this news, what can I say, makes me very sad
Because it comes from the guys who have seen you work
That you go out with other girls to fill the runway and to sing
If what you do can be called singing
You who have no ear even for "Arroz con Leche"
That you would send out "La Morocha" as a special number
Who would have thought that you would be so shameless and brazen
Start yelling when the Charleston plays

They changed you, poor girl
If your old lady, the deceased
Raised her head from the depths of the coffin
And saw you on that path, so audacious and shameless
She would die again from pain and indignation
You, that little girl whom she
Raised so quietly, so humbly, so properly
They changed you, poor girl
They tricked you foolishly
Ranting little mask of a carnival freak