Текст и перевод песни Julio Sosa - El Ciruja

El Ciruja

Como con bronca, y junando
De rabo de ojo a un costado,
Sus pasos ha encaminado
Derecho pa′l arrabal.
Lo lleva el presentimiento
De que, en aquel potrerito,
No existe ya el bulincito
Que fue su único ideal.

Recordaba aquellas horas de garufa
Cuando minga de laburo se pasaba,
Meta punguia, al codillo escolaseaba
Y en los burros se ligaba un metejón;
Cuando no era tan junao por los tiras,
La lanceaba sin tener el manyamiento,
Una mina le solfeaba todo el vento
Y jugó con su pasión.

Era un mosaico diquero
Que yugaba de quemera,
Hija de una curandera,
Mechera de profesión;
Pero vivía engrupida
De un cafiolo vidalita
Y le pasaba la guita
Que le shacaba al matón.

Frente a frente, dando muestras de coraje,
Los dos guapos se trenzaron en el bajo,
Y el ciruja, que era listo para el tajo,
Al cafiolo le cobró caro su amor.

Hoy, ya libre'e la gayola y sin la mina,
Campaneando un cacho′e sol en la vedera,
Piensa un rato en el amor de su quemera
Y solloza en su dolor.

The Con Artist

Like with rage, and leaning
Out of the corner of an eye to the side,
His steps have taken
Straight for the slum.
He is carried by the feeling
That, in that little pasture,
The little den no longer exists
That was his only ideal.

He remembered those hours of rigging
When minga of work was passed,
Meta punguia, the schoolyard was empty
And he got hooked on a mess in the idiots;
When he wasn't so junao by the cops,
He would lance it without having the knowledge,
A mine would sing him all the wind
And played with his passion.

He was a diquero mosaic
Who played as a molester,
Daughter of a healer,
Professional hooker;
But he lived it up
Of a little cafiolo vidalita
And she passed him the guitar
That she shacked from the killer.

Face to face, giving shows of courage,
The two guapos squared off in the bass,
And the ciruja, who was ready for the cut,
Made the cafiolo pay dearly for his love.

Today, already free'e from the cage and without the mine,
Campaneando a cacho'e in the sun on the sidewalk,
He thinks for a while about the love of his quemera
And sobs in his pain.