Текст и перевод песни Orquesta Mario Demarco feat. Edmundo Rivero - La señora del chalet

La señora del chalet

Piantá de tu barrio reo,
Dejá el convento mistongo,
Que lo que yo te propongo
Allí no lo has de encontrar.
Vas a ver qué tren diquero
Con tu nueva indumentaria,
Pa'que bronquen las otarias
Que tienen que laburar.

Te voy a empilchar debute
En una maisón francesa,
Ya de blanco, ya de fresa
Ya de paño o crepmongol,
Con cuatro o cinco pulseras,
Un pendantif con brillante,
Y un zarzo con un diamante
Más brilloso que un farol.

Dejarás de ser la pobre
Mistonguera mishia grela,
Y una vez llena de tela
Cambiás de nombre también:
Te encajás uno de aquellos
Propiamente afrancesados,
Y verás que a tu pasado
Sin grupo le hacés amén.

Tendrás un chofer debute
Postamente uniformado,
Y un buen cuzquito mimado
Que te ayude a dar chiqué
Aquí, los giles del barrio,
Al ver tu pinta y tus bienes,
Dirán todos "allá viene
La señora del chalet".

Tendrás piano pa'tocar
Y que se yo mobiliario,
Figurarás en los diarios
En galería social,
Aunque yo pa'mantenerte
Esté siempre engayolado,
Y eternamente escrachado
En crónica policial.

The Lady from the House on the Hill

Leave your slum neighborhood now,
Leave that seedy old place,
What I have to offer you,
You will find there is no trace.
You'll see what you'll look like with a makeover,
With your brand new fancy clothes,
So you can make the other ladies jealous,
Who have to work for a living.

I'm going to deck you out at the best store,
In the fanciest of French clothes,
All in white, all in pink,
All in cloth or in crepe de chine,
Four or five bracelets you'll have,
A nice necklace with a diamond,
And a huge ring with a stone,
As sparkly as a streetlight.

You'll no longer be the miserable,
Unkempt lady from the slums,
Once we get you dressed up,
You can change your name too:
You can pick out one of those,
Completely Frenchified names,
And you'll see that your unfortunate past,
Without a fuss, is through.

You'll have a personal driver,
Properly uniformed,
And a handsome prized pooch,
To help you look your best,
Here, the fools from your old neighborhood,
When they see your fancy clothes and belongings,
They will all say, "there goes,
The lady from the house on the hill."

You'll have a piano to play,
And the best furniture,
You'll appear in the newspapers,
In the social pages,
Even though I'll be locked up to support you,
And perpetually shamed,
And endlessly mocked,
In the crime blotter.