Текст и перевод песни Julio Iglesias - Mano A Mano

Mano A Mano

Rechiflao en mi tristeza, hoy te evoco y veo que has sido
En mi pobre vida paria solo una buena mujer;
Tu presencia de bacana puso calor en mi nido,
Fuiste buena, consecuente, y yo se que me has querido
Como no quisiste a nadie, como no podras querer.
Se dio el juego de remanye cuando vos, pobre percanta,
Gambeteabas la pobreza en la casa de pension;
Hoy sos toda una bacana, la vida te rie y canta,
Los morlacos del otario los tiras a la marchanta
Como juega el gato maula con el misero raton.
Hoy tenes el mate lleno de infelices ilusiones:
Te engrupieron los otarios, las amigas, el gavion,
La milonga entre magnates con sus locas tentaciones
Donde triunfan y cluadican milongueras pretensiones
Se te ha entrado muy adentro en el pobre corazon.
Nada debo agradecerte, mano a mano hemos quedado,
No me importa lo que has hacho, lo que haces ni lo que haras;
Los favores recibidos creo habertelos pagado
Y si alguna deuda chica sin querer se me ha olvidado
En la cuenta del otario que tenes se la cargas.
Mientras tanto, que tus triunfos, pobres triunfos pasajeros,
Sean una larga fila de riquezas y placer;
Que el bacan que te acamala tenga pesos duraderos,
Que te abras en las paradas con cafishios milongueros,
Y que digan los muchachos: "Es una buena mujer".
Y manana cuando seas descolocado mueble viejo
Y no tengas esperanzas en el pobre corazon,
Si precisas una ayuda, si te hace falta un consejo,
Acordate de este amigo que ha de jugarse el pellejo
P' ayudarte en lo que pueda cuando llegue la occasion.

Mano A Mano

I'm drowning in my sorrow, today I evoke you and see that you've been
In my poor, outcast life, the only good woman;
Your high-class presence brought warmth to my nest,
You were good, consistent, and I know that you truly loved me,
Like you've never loved anyone, and never will again.
We played the game of remanye when you, poor percanta,
Were dodging poverty in a boarding house;
Today you're a true high-class woman, life is smiling upon you,
You throw the fool's money at the merchants,
Like a sly cat playing with a puny mouse.
Now your cup overflows with foolish dreams:
You've been deceived by fools, friends, and the pimp,
The high-stakes game among tycoons, with its crazy temptations,
Where milongueras' ambitions triumph and fail,
Has taken hold of your poor heart.
I have nothing to thank you for, we're even,
I don't care what you've done, what you're doing, or what you will do;
I believe I've repaid the favors I received,
And if I've forgotten some small debt,
Just add it to the fool's tab you keep.
Meanwhile, may your triumphs, those poor, fleeting triumphs,
Be a long line of wealth and pleasure;
May the 'bacan' who keeps you have lasting money,
May you open yourself up in the stops with milonguero pimps,
And may the boys say: "She's a good woman."
And tomorrow, when you become a forgotten, old piece of furniture,
And you have no more hopes in your poor heart,
If you need help, if you're in need of advice,
Remember this friend who will risk his life
To help you with whatever you need when the occasion arises.