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| Esta noche me emborracho | I'm gonna get me drunk tonight | |
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Music & Lyrics: Enrique Santos Discépolo Rec. by Rodolfo Biagi Rec. by Hugo de Carril |
Tr. Jake Spatz Recited 19 July 2006, Divino Lounge |
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Sola, fané, descangayada, la vi esta madrugada salir de un cabaret; flaca, dos cuartas de cogote, y una percha en el escote bajo la nuez. Chueca, vestida de pebeta, teñida y coqueteando su desnudez... Parecía un gallo desplumao, mostrando al compadrear el cuero picoteao... yo que se cuando no aguanto mas, al verla así rajé, pa' no llorar... |
She was single, wilted, and bedraggled when before my eyes she straggled from a nightclub as it closed; scrawny, her nape was long and lanker; throat-down she was all coat-hanger where the neckline goes; knock-kneed, done up like a tartlet, coquetting it with her hair dyed and skin exposed... She looked to me just like a rooster, plucked, showing off its henpecked hide with a little barnyard strut... and I who know it when I've downed my fill, to see her so, took off, so as not to cry... |
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Y pensar que hace diez años fue mi locura! que llegué hasta la traición por su hermosura!... que esto que hoy es un cascajo fue la dulce metedura donde yo perdí el honor; Que chiflao por su belleza le quité el pan a la vieja me hice ruin y pechador... Que quedé sin un amigo! Que viví de mala fe! que me tuvo de rodillas sin moral, hecho un mendigo, cuando se fue. |
And to imagine ten years prior she drove me dotty! that I became a crooked liar for her shapely body! that what today is an old jalopy was once the sweet desire that I lost my honor for; that her beauty made me lose my head and I even stole my mother's bread, a man corrupt with sins galore... That I was left without a friend— that I was living in bad faith; that she had me on my knees there, a spineless man in the end, a beggar, when she walked away. |
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Nunca crei que la veria en un "requiescat in pache" tan cruel como el de hoy... Mire, si no es pa' suicidarse que por este cachivache sea lo que soy... Fiera venganza la del tiempo que le hace ver deshecho lo que uno amó... y este encuentro me ha hecho tanto mal, que si lo pienso mas, termino envenenao. Esta noche me emborracho bien, me mamo bien mamao!... pa' no pensar. |
Never did I dream I'd ever see her in a living obituary as ruthless as today's... Tell me it don't make suicide an option to see it's thanks to this old scrap-heap that I've been what I am... Gruesome is the vengeance of the ages when they show you the unmaking of one you loved... and that encounter made me so ill at ease, that one more poison thought is sure to leave me drowned. I'm gonna get me good and drunk tonight, I'm a' suck that bottle down to clear my mind. |
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