Текст и перевод песни Enrique Santos Discepolo - Esta noche me emborracho

Esta noche me emborracho

Esta noche me emborracho (1927)
Musica di: Carlos Gardel
Tradotto da Franco Baia

Sola, fané y descangayada
La vi esta madrugada salir de un cabaret.
Flaca, dos cuartas de cogote,
Y una percha en el escote, bajo la nuez.
Questa notte mi ubriaco
Solitaria, avvizzita e sgangherata
La vidi all'alba uscire dal cabaret
Magra, due spanne di nuca,
Ed un gancetto nella scollatura, sotto il mento.
Chueca, vestida de pebeta,
Teñida y coqueteando su desnudez;
Parecia un gallo desplumao,
Mostrando al compadrear el cuero picoteao.
Yo que se cuando no aguanto mas,
Al verla asi raje, pa' no llorar.
Incurvata, vestita da fanciulla,
Truccata e civettando le sue nudità
Sembrava un gallo spennacchiato,
Mostrando vantandosi la pelle mordicchiata.
Io che so quando non sopporto più al vederla così me la squaglio, per non piangere.
Y pensar que hace diez años fue mi locura.
Que llegue hasta la traicion por su hermosura.
Que esto que hoy es un cascajo,
Fue la dulce metedura donde yo perdi el honor.
E pensare che dieci anni fa fu la mia pazzia,
Che mi picchiai per il suo tradimento per la sua bellezza.
Questa che ora è un vecchio rottame fu la dolce iniziazione, dove persi il mio onore.
Que chiflao por su belleza,
Le quite el pan a la vieja,
Me hice ruin y pechador.
Andavo matto per la sua bellezza,
Rubavo il pane a mia madre,
Mi sentivo vile e peccatore.
Que quede sin un amigo,
Que vivi de mala fe.
Que me tuvo de rodillas,
Sin moral, hecho un mendigo,
Cuando se fue.
Restare senza un amico,
Vivere in mala fede.
La tenevo sulle ginocchia,
Senza morale, diventai un mendicante,
Quando se ne andò.
Nunca crei que la veria en un requiescainpache
Tan cruel como el de hoy.
Mire si no es para suicidarse,
Que por ese cachivache,
Sea lo que soy.
Non ho mai creduto di rivederla finire in un modo così tanto crudele come la vidi oggi.
Vedi se non è per suicidarsi, che pur essendo incapace, sai quello che sono.
Fiera venganza la del tiempo
Que le hace ver deshecho
Lo que uno amo'.
Crudele è la vendetta del tempo che gli lascia vedere distrutto quello che uno amò.
Y este encuentro me ha hecho tanto mal
Que si lo pienso mas termino envenenao
Y esta noche me mamo bien mamao,
Pa' no pensar.
Questo incontro mi fece così male che se ci penso molto finirò avvelenato.
Questa notte bevo tanto da sbronzarmi per non pensare.

Esta noche me emborracho

Tonight I'm Getting Drunk (1927)
Music by: Carlos Gardel
Translated by Franco Baia

Alone, withered, and disheveled
I saw her this morning leaving a cabaret.
Skinny, with a neck like a giraffe,
And a hanger in her décolletage, under her chin.
Tonight I'm getting drunk
Lonely, withered, and disheveled
I saw her at dawn leave the cabaret
Skinny, two spans of neck,
And a hanger in her neckline, under her chin.
Hunched over, dressed like a flapper,
Dyed and flirting with her nudity;
She looked like a plucked rooster,
Showing off her pecked-at skin.
I know when I can't bear it anymore,
So seeing her like this, I ran away, so as not to cry.
Hunched over, dressed as a young girl,
Made up and flirting with her nakedness
She looked like a plucked rooster,
Showing off her pecked skin.
I, who know when I can't take it anymore, seeing her like this, I'll run away, so as not to cry.
And to think that ten years ago she was my madness.
That I went so far as to betray my family for her beauty.
That this thing that is now a wreck,
Was the sweet initiation where I lost my honor.
And to think that ten years ago she was my madness,
That I beat myself up for her treachery, for her beauty.
This one who is now an old wreck was the sweet initiation, where I lost my honor.
That I was crazy for her beauty,
I took bread from my old mother,
I became vile and a sinner.
I was crazy about her beauty,
I stole bread from my mother,
I felt vile and sinful.
That I was left without a friend,
That I lived in bad faith.
That she had me on my knees,
Without morals, a beggar,
When she left.
I was left without a friend,
Living in bad faith.
I kept her on my lap,
Without morals, I became a beggar,
When she left.
I never thought I'd see her end up in such a cruel way
As I saw her today.
See if it isn't enough to make you want to kill yourself,
That for such a piece of junk,
I am what I am.
I never thought I'd see her end up in such a cruel way that I saw her today.
See if it isn't enough to make you want to commit suicide, that despite being incapable, you know what I am.
Cruel is the revenge of time
That makes you see destroyed
What one loved.
Cruel is the revenge of time that makes you see what you loved destroyed.
And this encounter has hurt me so much
That if I think about it any more, I'll end up poisoned
And tonight I'm going to get drunk, drunk as hell,
To keep from thinking.
This encounter has hurt me so much that if I think about it too much, I'll end up poisoned.
Tonight I'm going to drink so much that I'll get drunk so I don't have to think.