Carlos Gardel "Mano a mano" lyrics

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Mano a mano

Rechiflado en mi tristeza hoy te evocoY veo que has sidoEn mi pobre vida pariaSolo una buena mujerTu presencia de bacanaPuso calor en mi nidoFuiste buena, consecuenteY yo sé que me has queridoComo no quisiste a nadieComo no podrás querer.

Se dio el juego de remanyeCuando vos, pobre percantaGambeteabas la pobreza en la casa de pensiónHoy sos toda una bacanaLa vida te ríe y cantaLos morlacos del otarioLos tirás a la marchantaComo juega el gato maulaCon el mísero ratón

Hoy tenés el mate lleno de infelices ilusiones,Te engrupieron los otarios, las amigas, el gavión;La milonga entre magnatescon sus locas tentacionesDonde triunfan y claudicanmilongueras pretensionesSe te ha entrado muy adentro en el pobre corazón

Nada debo agradecerteMano a mano hemos quedadoNo me importa lo que has hechoLo que haces, ni lo que harásLos favores recibidoCreo habértelos pagadoY si alguna deuda chica sin querer se me ha olvidadoEn la cuenta del otarioSi querés, se la cargas

Mientras tanto que tus triunfosPobres triunfos pasajeros,Sean una larga fila de riquezas y placerQue el bacan que te acámalaTenga pesos duraderos,Y te abras de las paradas con cafishios milonguerosY que digan los muchachos: "Es una buena mujer"

Y mañana cuando seas descolado mueble viejoY no tengas esperanzas en tu pobre corazón;Si precisas una ayuda, si te hace falta un consejo,Acordate de este amigo que ha de jugarse el pellejoPa' ayudarte en lo que pueda, cuando llegue la ocasión.

We are even

Lost in my sorrow, today I evoke youAnd I can see you have been,In my poor, miserable life,Nothing but a good womanYour hot-shot airsBrought warmth to my nestYou were kind, acted according to your principlesAnd I know you have loved meAs you never loved anyone elseAs you will never be able to love again

The appreciation game startedAs you, poor lovely womanDodged poverty at the boarding houseToday you are a real big-shotLife smiles and sings for youYou waste the moneyOf those you easily fooledJust like a knavish cat would playWith a wretched mouse

Today you have your mind full of unhappy illusionsFools, friends and seducers have deceived youThe dance of magnatesWith its crazy temptations,Where social climber pretensionsAre realised and surrenderedHas settled deep inside your poor heart

There's nothing I should thank you forWe are even nowI don't care about what you've doneWhat you do now, or what you will doI believe I have repaid all the favoursI received from youBut in case I unintentionally forgot some minor debtIf you wish, charge itTo one of those fools' account

I hope that your achievements,Poor, fleeting achievements,Will become a long line of wealth and pleasureI hope the big-shot who now maintains youHas deep pocketsI hope you forsake your association with hustlersAnd that other men will say "She's a good woman"

And tomorrow, when you become decayed, old furnitureAnd you have no hope left in your poor heartIf you need a little help, if you would like adviceRemember this friend, who will put his life on the lineTo help you in whichever way he can, when the time comes

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