Текст и перевод песни Julio Sosa - Mano a mano - Remastered

Mano a mano - Remastered

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 claudican 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 hecho, lo que haces, ni lo que haras
Los favores recibido creo habertelos pagado
Y si alguna deuda chica sin querer se me ha olvidado,
En la cuenta del otario si queres 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,
Y te abras en las paradas con cafishios milonqueros,
Y que digan los muchachos: "Es una buena mujer."
Y mañana cuando seas descolado mueble viejo
Y no tengas esperanzas en tu 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 sea la ocasion.

Mano a mano - Remastered

Lost in my sadness today I call out to you and see you have been
In my poor outcast life only a good woman;
Your high-class presence brought warmth to my nest,
You were kind, steadfast, and I know you loved me
Like you never loved anyone, like you never will again.
There was a bit of a struggle, when you, poor soul,
Dodged poverty in the boarding house;
Today you're a real high-roller, life is grand and carefree,
You throw the fool's money at the merchant
Like a sly cat plays with a pitiful mouse.
Today your dreams are fulfilled, you're filled with foolish hope,
You were taken in by the fools, the friends, the cheater;
The milonga among the rich with its mad temptations
Where dreams of fame and fortune thrive and die
Has deeply entered your poor heart.
I owe you nothing, we're even,
I don't care what you've done, what you're doing, or what you'll do
I think I've repaid the favors I received
And if some small debt was forgotten,
You can charge it to the fool if you like.
Meanwhile, as for your triumphs, poor fleeting triumphs,
May they be a long line of wealth and pleasure;
May the wealthy man who keeps you have lasting money,
And may you mix with pimps and milongueros,
And may the boys say, "She's a good woman."
And tomorrow when you're old and used-up
And have no hope in your poor heart;
If you need help, if you need advice,
Remember this friend who will risk his life
To help you when he can, when the time comes.