Текст и перевод песни Julio Sosa - Nunca Es Tarde

Nunca Es Tarde

Recibiste los biandazos de la suerte mistonguera
Y a la nada se te fueron los momentos de esplendor,
De tu percha tan debute, tan jailaife y tan diquera
Perdoná que te lo bata, no te queda ni el color.
Te viniste pera abajo como bafi de italiano
Andás huido de la gente como gato 'e corralón,
Tu chamuyo tan debute, decidor y campechano
Sólo bate fulerías de cadáver ilusión.

Y total, porque la mina te la dio por la azotea
Y en el medio de la vía, amurado te dejó,
Cara a cara con la vida, con tu pobre vida rea
Adonde ella sin quererlo poco a poco te llevó.
Vos dejaste, los encantos de un bulín donde tenías
Una madre viejecita y una hermana que cuidar,
Un bulín donde vos eras esperanza y alegría
Por seguir a esa malvada que te acaba de amurar.

Olvidaste los deberes por seguir la caravana
Que apenado y afligido hoy tenés que abandonar,
No llorés, eso no es de hombres, con llorar nada se gana
Vos sos joven y sos bueno, te podés acomodar.
Todavía estás a tiempo de pegar el batacazo
Más debute y provechoso que podés imaginar,
Andá a verla a tu viejita, dale un beso y un abrazo
Y llorando preguntale, si te quiere perdonar.

It's Never Too Late

You've taken your knocks from the fickle hand of fate
And your moments of glory have faded into nothingness,
Your once-dapper appearance, so stylish and chic
Forgive me for saying it, but you're a shadow of your former self.
You've come crashing down like an Italian barber
You avoid people like a cat in a pound,
Your once-charming patter, so witty and captivating
Now spouts only empty promises and shattered dreams.

And all because that girl gave you the old heave-ho
And left you stranded in the middle of the road,
Face to face with life, your own pitiful life
To which she'd inadvertently led you.
You left behind the comforts of a home where you had
An elderly mother and a sister to care for,
A home where you were the hope and joy
To follow that wicked woman who's just dumped you.

You neglected your responsibilities to follow a dream
Which now, heartbroken and sorrowful, you must abandon,
Don't cry, that's not manly, crying won't help
You're young and good, you can get back on your feet.
It's not too late to make a comeback
More spectacular and rewarding than you can imagine,
Go see your old mother, give her a kiss and a hug
And ask her, through your tears, if she can forgive you.