Vieja Recova - Enrique Cadícamo, Orquesta de Osvaldo Pugliese, Jorge Vidal
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Vieja Recova
Enrique Cadícamo, Orquesta de Osvaldo Pugliese, Jorge Vidal
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La otra noche mientras iba caminando como un curda
Tranco a tranco, solo y triste, recorriendo el veredón
Sentí el filo de una pena que en el lado de la zurda
Se empeñaba traicionera por tajear mi corazón
Entre harapos lamentables, una pobre limosnera
Sollozando su desgracia, a mi lado se acercó
Y al tirarle unas monedas a la vieja pordiosera
Vi que el rostro avergonzado con las manos se tapó
Vieja Recova
Rinconada de sus días
La encontré sola y perdida
Como una muestra fatal
La mala suerte
Le jugó una carta brava
Se le dio vuelta la taba
La vejez la derrotó
Vieja Recova
Si vieras cuánto dolor
Yo la he visto cuando mozo ir tejiendo fantasías
Con sus sueños de alto vuelo y sus noches de champán
Pobrecita, quien pensara los finales de sus días
Y en la trágica limosna vergonzante que hoy le dan
Me alejé, Vieja Recova, de su lado, te imaginas
De la amiga de otros tiempos, qué dolor llegué a sentir
Lo que ayer fuera grandeza, hoy mostraba sólo ruinas
Y unas lágrimas porfiadas no las pude desmentir
Vieja Recova
Rinconada de su vida
La encontré sola y perdida
Como una muestra fatal
La mala suerte
Le jugó una carta brava
Se le dio vuelta la taba
La vejez la derrotó
Vieja Recova
Si vieras cuánto dolor
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The other night while I was walking like a curda
Stride by stride, alone and sad, walking the veredón
I felt the edge of a pity that on the left hand side
She was treacherous to slice my heart
Among pitiful rags, a poor beggar
Sobbing her misfortune of hers, by my side she approached
And by throwing a few coins at the old beggar
I saw that her embarrassed face with her hands covered
Old Recova
Corner of his days
I found her alone and lost
Like a fatal sample
Bad luck
She played him a brave card
She turned her head
Her old age defeated her
Old Recova
If you saw how much pain
I have seen her when she was young weaving fantasies
With his high-flying dreams and his champagne nights
Poor thing, who would think the end of her days
And in the tragic shameful alms that they give him today
I walked away, Vieja Recova, from her side of her, you can imagine
From the friend of other times, what pain I came to feel
What yesterday was greatness, today showed only ruins
And some stubborn tears I couldn't deny
Old Recova
Of her Corner of her life
I found her alone and lost
Like a fatal sample
Bad luck
She played him a brave card
She turned her head
old age defeated her
Old Recova
If you saw how much pain
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