Translation of the song lyrics Viejo Smoking - Julio Sosa

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

Viejo Smoking (translation)

Bell how the parrot is becoming depopulated
All the luxury is the compadreando without a mattress
And look at this poor boy how he has lost his state
Bitter, poor and skinny as a button dog
Little by little everything has gone upside down for the effort
There was a pool game and we had to start 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 times tuxedo
In which I also carved...
how much papusa garaba
In your lapels he cried!
Flaps you with your shine
It seems that they dazzled
And that where he went they sat
My gigolo fame
I do not feel the sadness of knowing that I have been defeated
And the memory of my past splendor does not make me bitter;
I don't regret the wind or the years I've wasted
But I cry when I see myself alone, without friends, without love;
Without a hand coming to take me to a stop
Without a woman to cheer up the rest of my life...
You are going to see that one of these days I am going to put you as a pillow
And throw yourself in the saddle, I'm going to let myself die!
Old smocking, how many times