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| Yira, yira (1930) | Round she goes | |
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Music & lyrics: Enrique Santos Discépolo Rec. by Francisco Canaro with Carlos Gardel |
Tr. Jake Spatz Recited 30 May 07, Divino Lounge |
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Cuando la suerte que es grela, fayando y fayando te largue parao... Cuando estés bien en la vía, sin rumbo, desesperao... Cuando no tengas ni fe, ni yerba de ayer secándose al sol... Cuando rajés los tamangos buscando ese mango que te haga morfar... La indiferencia del mundo que es sordo y es mudo recién sentirás. |
When fortune who's only a floozy been leavin' you hangin' and gives you the slip... When you're well down the road there to nowhere, out of your wits... When you ain't got no more faith, or yesterday's tea leaves to dry in the sun... When you bust your boots open just lookin' and hopin' for a buck and a meal... then the whole world's indifference with its muteness and deafness will hit you for real. |
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Verás que todo es mentira, verás que nada es amor, que al mundo nada le importa, ¡Yira!...¡Yira!... Aunque te quiebre la vida, aunque te muerda un dolor, no esperes nunca una ayuda, ni una mano, ni un favor. |
You'll see it's all just a swindle, you'll see there ain't any love, 'cause to the world it ain't worth nothin'... Round she goes!... Round she goes!... When your whole life's a breakdown, when you're burning with grief, don't you expect any handouts, or a hand, or relief. |
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Cuando estén secas las pilas de todos los timbres que vos apretás, buscando un pecho fraterno para morir abrazao... Cuando te dejen tirao, después de cinchar, lo mismo que a mí... Cuando manyés que a tu lao se prueban la ropa que vas a dejar... te acordarás de este otario que un día, cansado, se puso a ladrar. |
When you been out ringin' doorbells and all of the batteries have up and gone dry, and you just want a good friend's arms so you can lay down and die... When you get kicked to the street after workin' the grind, the same as with me... When you catch 'em at your side tryin' on the clothes you're leavin' behind... you just think back on this dumbbell who one day just lost it and howled out his mind. |
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