Текст и перевод песни Juan D'Arienzo feat. Jorge Valdez - Adiós Chantecler

Adiós Chantecler

Te redujo a escombros la fría piqueta
Y, al pasar de noche mirando tus ruinas,
Este milonguero se siente poeta
Y a un tango muy triste le pone sordina.
Entre aquellas rojas cortinas de pana,
De tus palcos altos que ahora no están,
Se asomaba siempre madama Ricana
Cubierta de alhajas, bebiendo champán.
Entre risas alegres y chistes,
Siempre estaba apenada René,
Y de verla tan linda y tan triste
Fue por eso que me enamoré.
Hoy ni ella está más en la sala,
Ni tampoco entro yo al cabaret,
Se vinieron abajo tus galas
Bullanguero y cordial Chantecler.
En la noches bravas que el tango era un rito,
Vibraba la sala con ritmo nervioso,
Porque en ese entonces estaba Juancito
Tallando en su orquesta su estilo famoso.
Ya no queda nada y aquello no existe,
Ni tus bailarines ni tu varieté.
Te veo muy triste pasar silencioso,
Príncipe Cubano, frente al Chantecler.

Farewell, Chantecler

The cold pickaxe has reduced you to rubble
And, as I pass by at night looking at your ruins,
This milonguero feels like a poet
And puts a mute on a very sad tango.
In between those red velvet curtains,
Of your tall boxes that are now gone,
Madam Ricana would always appear,
Covered in jewels, drinking champagne.
Amongst happy laughter and jests,
Renée was always sad,
And it was for seeing her so beautiful and so sad
That I fell in love.
Today, she is no longer in the hall,
Nor do I enter the cabaret,
Your finery has come crashing down
Boisterous and cozy Chantecler.
On wild nights when the tango was a ritual,
The hall would vibrate with a nervous rhythm,
Because back then Juancito [D'Arienzo] was there,
Carving out his famous style in his orchestra.
Nothing remains now and that no longer exists,
Not your dancers nor your variety show.
I see you pass by very sadly, silent,
Cuban Prince, in front of the Chantecler.