El Albertío - Kevin Johansen перевод на английский

El Albertío

Yo no sé por qué mi Dios
Le regala con largueza
Sombrero con tanta cinta
A quien no tiene cabeza

A dónde va el buey que no ara
Responde con prontitud
Si no tenís la contesta
Prepárate el ataúd

Vale más en este mundo
Ser limpio de sentimientos
Muchos van con ropa blanca
Y Dios me libre por dentro

Yo te di mi corazón
Devuélvemelo enseguida
Que al tiempo me he dado cuenta
Que vos no lo merecías

Hay que medir el silencio
Hay que medir las palabras
Sin quedarse ni pasarse
Medio a medio de la raya

Yo suspiro por un Pedro
¿Como no he de suspirar
Si me ha entregado la llave
De todo lo celestial?

Y vos me diste el secreto
De chapas y cerradura
Como quien dice, la llave
Del tarro de la basura

Dejáte de corcoveos
Que no nací pa' jinete
Me sobran los Valentinos
Los Gardeles y Negretes

Al pasito, por las piedras
Cuidado con los juanetes
Que aquí no ha nacido naide
Con una estrella en la frente

Discreto, fino y sencillo
Son joyas resplandecientes
Con las que el hombre que es hombre
Se luce decentemente

Alberto, dijo, me llamo
Contesto lindo sonido
Mas, para llamarse Alberto
Hay que ser bien albertío

The Albertio

I don't know why my God
So generously bestows
A hat with so much ribbon
On one who has no head

Where does the ox go that doesn't plow?
Answer me quickly, girl
If you don't have the answer
Prepare your coffin, dear

It's worth more in this world
To be pure of heart and soul
Many wear white clothing
But God save me from what's within, you know

I gave you my heart, my dear
Give it back to me right now
Because with time I've realized
That you didn't deserve it anyhow

You have to measure silence
You have to measure words, my love
Without being too much or too little
Right in the middle of the line, like a dove

I sigh for a Pedro
How can I not sigh, my sweet?
If he has given me the key
To all that is celestial and neat

And you gave me the secret
Of locks and keyholes, it's true
As if to say, the key
To the garbage can, for me and you

Stop your bucking, darling
I wasn't born to be a rider
I have plenty of Valentinos
Gardels and Negretes beside her

Slowly, over the stones, my dear
Careful with the bunions, it's clear
Because no one was born here
With a star on their forehead, my dear

Discreet, fine, and simple
Are resplendent jewels, they gleam
With which a man who is a man
Shows himself decently, it would seem

Alberto, he said, is my name
A beautiful sound in reply
But to be called Alberto
You have to be a true albertio, my guy