Calavera Viejo - Carlos Gardel

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.

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.