Translation of the song lyrics Calavera Viejo - Carlos Gardel

Calavera Viejo (original)

Calavera viejo, rico y bonachn,
ЎQu alegre pases tu porte gentil!
Al mirar tu pinta brava de varn
El tiempo que se fue lo siento revivir.
Muchos aos han pasado y no aflojs
En lances de amor ni en farras que ves
Porque en todas las garufas demostrs
Que no te asusta el tren de amores y champn.
їTe acords las amarguras
Que en un tiempo soportamos
Y las noches que pasamos
Pensando en la mishiadura?
їTe acords, viejo,
Con cuanto aspamento
Miramos el vento
Las noches aquellas?
їY cuando deseosos
De un peso nos vimos
Y despus nos fuimos
Meta garufear?.
Hoy que traigo a mi memoria el tiempo aquel
De la juventud que no vuelve ms,
Me da gusto cuando veo que tens
Como en tu mocedad posturas de galn.
Hacs bien, segu la farra sin cesar
Pues todo pa' vos debe ser as
Sos, hermano, un calavera que al dolor
Vos siempre le encontrs remedio en el amor.
Hoy al ver que tu pilchaje
No tiene el corte fulero
De aquel traje dominguero
Que tantas veces lo usaste,
Yo pienso, hermano,
Que tambin nosotros
Hoy somos como otros
Que viven sonriendo
Y del pasado,
Que se va borrando
Vamos recordando
Las horas de ayer.

(translation)

Skull old, rich and good-natured,
How joyful you pass your gentle demeanor!
When looking at your brava pint of varn
I'm sorry to relive the time that was gone.
Many years have passed and you don't loosen up
In lances of love or in parties that you see
Because in all the garufas we demonstrated
That the train of love and champagne does not scare you.
Do you remember the bitterness
That in a time we endure
And the nights we spent
Thinking about mishiadura?
Do you remember, old man,
with how much excitement
We watch the wind
Those nights?
їAnd when desirous
We saw each other from a peso
And then we left
Goal garufear?.
Today I bring to my memory the time that
Of the youth that never comes back,
I like it when I see that you have
As in your youth galn postures.
You do well, I continued the party without ceasing
Well, everything for you must be like this
You are, brother, a skull that pain
You always find a remedy in love.
Today when seeing that your pillage
It does not have the fulero cut
Of that Sunday suit
How many times did you use it,
I think, brother,
that we too
Today we are like others
who live smiling
and from the past,
What is erasing
we are remembering
The hours of yesterday.