Текст и перевод песни Osvaldo Pugliese feat. Orquesta de Osvaldo Pugliese & Jorge Vidal - Ventanita de Arrabal

Ventanita de Arrabal

En el barrio Caferata
Donde queda el viejo conventillo,
Con los pisos de ladrillo,
Minga de puerta cancel,
Se detiene un organito
Que de tarde va pasando,
Y está la piba esperando
Que pase el muchacho aquel.
Aquel que solito
Volvió al conventillo,
Trayendo en los ojos el
Funyi marrón;
Botín enterizo,
El cuello con brillo,
Pidió una guitarra
Y pa′ella cantó.
Aquel que, un domingo,
Bailaron un tango;
Aquel que le dijo:
"Me muero por vos";
Aquel que su almita
Arrastró por el fango,
Aquel que a la reja
Más nunca volvió.
[Ventanita del suburbio
Donde siempre hay flores,
Yo también abandonado
Me encontraba en el bulín]
Aquel que solito
Volvió al conventillo,
Trayendo en los ojos el
Funyi marrón;
Botín enterizo,
El cuello con brillo,
Pidió una guitarra
Y pa'ella cantó.
Aquel que, un domingo,
Bailaron un tango;
Aquel que le dijo:
"Me muero por vos";
Aquel que su almita
Arrastró por el fango,
Aquel que a la reja
Más nunca volvió.
Letra: Pascual Contursi

Window of the Suburb

In the Caferata neighbourhood
Is where that old tenement house still stands,
With its brick floors,
Without a single decent door;
An organ grinder stops playing
As he walks by in the afternoon,
And there the girl waits
For that dear boy to walk by.
That boy who returned alone
To the tenement house,
With eyes as sad as
A murky brown;
Boots made of leather,
His collar shiny,
He asked for a guitar
And sang for her.
That boy who, on a Sunday,
Danced a tango with her;
That boy who told her:
"I am dying for you";
That boy whose soul
He dragged through the mud,
That boy who never again
Returned to her window.
[Window of the suburb
Where flowers are always in bloom,
I too found myself abandoned
In that tiny room]
That boy who returned alone
To the tenement house,
With eyes as sad as
A murky brown;
Boots made of leather,
His collar shiny,
He asked for a guitar
And sang for her.
That boy who, on a Sunday,
Danced a tango with her;
That boy who told her:
"I am dying for you";
That boy whose soul
He dragged through the mud,
That boy who never again
Returned to her window.
Lyrics: Pascual Contursi