Текст и перевод песни Francisco Canaro - Atorrante

Atorrante

Atorrante, le dicen los muchachos
Al que toda su vida trabajó,
Atorrante, le gritan, y borracho
Al que nunca una caña saboreó.

Ha olvidado bien pronto el barrio malo
Que a sus hijos el juego envileció,
Que el placer le robó sus dos muchachas
Y su pobre mujer enloqueció.

Atorrante

Scoundrel, the boys call him
He who has worked his whole life,
Scoundrel, they yell, and drunkard
He who has never savoured a beer.

He has quickly forgotten the bad neighbourhood
That corrupted his children with gambling,
That pleasure stole his two girls
And his poor wife went mad.