Текст и перевод песни Niño de Elche - El Tango de la Menegilda

El Tango de la Menegilda

¡Pobre chica, la que tiene que servir!
Más valiera que se llegase a morir;
Porque si es que no sabe por las mañanas
Brujulear;
Aunque mil años viva
Su paradero es el hospital

Cuando yo vine aquí
Lo primero que a hacer aprendí
Fue a fregar, a barrer;
A guisar, a planchar y a coser;
No me hacian prosperar;
Consulté con mi conciencia
Y al punto me dijo "Aprende a sisar"
Aprende a sisar, aprende a sisar."

Salí tan mañosa, que el cabo de un año
Tenía seis trajes de seda y satén
A nada que ustedes discurran un poco
Ya saben o al menos
Ya se han figurao
De dónde saldira
Para ello el parné

Yo iba sola por la mañana a comprar
Y me daban seis duros para pagar:
Y de sesenta reales gastaba treinta
O un poco más
Y lo que me sobraba me lo guardaba
Un militar

Yo no sé como fue
Que un domingo después de comer
Yo no sé que pasó
Que mi ama a la calle me echó;
Pero al darme el señorito
La cartilla y el parné
Me decia por lo bajo:
"Te espero en Eslava tomando café."
"Tomando café, tomando café."

Después de este lance serví an un boticario
Serví a una señora que estaba muy mal;
Me vine a esa casa y aqui estoy al pelo
Pues sirvo a un abuelo
Que el pobre está lelo
Y yo soy el ama
Y punto final

Menegilda's Tango

Poor girl, the one who has to serve!
It would be better if she died;
Because if she doesn't know how to do it in the mornings
To hustle;
Even if she lives for a thousand years
Her destination is the hospital

When I came here
The first thing I learned to do
Was to scrub, to sweep;
To cook, to iron, and to sew;
They would not let me prosper;
I consulted my conscience
And immediately it told me "Learn to steal"
Learn to steal, learn to steal."

I became so skillful that after a year
I had six suits of silk and satin
If you just think about it a little bit
You already know, or at least
You have already figured out
Where I would get
The money for it

I would go alone in the morning to buy
And they would give me six dollars to pay:
And of sixty cents I spent thirty
Or a little more
And what was left over I kept for myself
A military man

I don't know how it was
That one Sunday after lunch
I don't know what happened
That my mistress threw me out into the street;
But when the young master gave me
The workbook and the money
He said to me in a low voice:
"I'll wait for you at Eslava having coffee."
"Having coffee, having coffee."

After this incident I served in a pharmacy
I served a lady who was very ill;
I came to that house and here I am at the moment
Because I serve an old man
Who is a bit crazy
And I am the mistress
And that's it