Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Viejo Smoking, artist - Carlos Gardel. Album song El Album De Oro De Carlos Gardel, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1930
Record label: EMI Odeon SAIC
Song language: Spanish
Viejo Smoking(original) |
Campaneá cómo el cotorro va quedando despoblado |
Todo el lujo es la catrera compadreando sin colchón |
Y mirá este pobre mozo cómo ha perdido el estado |
Amargado, pobre y flaco como perro de botón |
Poco a poco todo ha ido de cabeza p’al empeño |
Se dio juego de pileta y hubo que echarse a nadar… |
Sólo vos te vas salvando porque pa' mi sos un sueño |
Del que quiera Dios que nunca me vengan a despertar |
Viejo smocking de los tiempos |
En que yo también tallaba… |
¡Cuánta papusa garaba |
En tus solapas lloró! |
Solapas que con su brillo |
Parece que encandilaban |
Y que donde iba sentaban |
Mi fama de gigoló |
Yo no siento la tristeza de saberme derrotado |
Y no me amarga el recuerdo de mi pasado esplendor; |
No me arrepiento del vento ni los años que he tirado |
Pero lloro al verme solo, sin amigos, sin amor; |
Sin una mano que venga a llevarme una parada |
Sin una mujer que alegre el resto de mi vivir… |
¡Vas a ver que un día de éstos te voy a poner de almohada |
Y, tirao en la catrera, me voy a dejar morir! |
Viejo smocking, cuántas veces |
La milonguera más papa |
El brillo de tu solapa |
De estuque y carmín manchó |
Y en mis desplantes de guapo |
¡cuántos llantos te mojaron! |
¡cuántos taitas envidiaron |
Mi fama de gigoló! |
(translation) |
Campaneá how the parrot is becoming depopulated |
All the luxury is the catrera compadreando without a mattress |
And look at this poor young man how he has lost his state |
Bitter, poor and skinny as a button dog |
Little by little everything has gone from head to end |
There was a pool game and we had to go swimming... |
Only you are saving yourself because for me you are a dream |
The one that God wants that they never come to wake me up |
old time tuxedo |
In which I also carved… |
How much papusa garaba |
In your lapels he cried! |
Lapels that with their shine |
It seems that they dazzled |
And that where he went they sat |
My fame as a gigolo |
I do not feel the sadness of knowing myself defeated |
And the memory of my past splendor does not make me bitter; |
I do not regret the event or the years I have wasted |
But I cry when I see myself alone, without friends, without love; |
Without a hand to come take me to a stop |
Without a woman to cheer up the rest of my life... |
You're going to see that one of these days I'm going to put you as a pillow |
And, thrown in the catrera, I'm going to let myself die! |
Old smocking, how many times |
The coolest milonguera |
The shine of your lapel |
Stucco and carmine stained |
And in my handsome rudeness |
How many tears wet you! |
how many taitas envied |
My gigolo fame! |