El Encopao (The Drunk)
El Encopao (The Drunk)
Music: Osvaldo Pugliese
Lyrics: Enrique Dizeo
Translation: Felipe & Ayano
Recorded by Aníbal Troilo with Francisco Fiorentino in 1942
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Me llaman El Encopao
los que no saben
lo que me ha pasao
y me ven hecho un cualquiera...
¡Que digan lo que digan,
que ya no me hace mella!
Me llaman El Encopao
como si el que anda así
pierde el honor
y no piensan que el que mata
su rabia entre unas copas
tiene su razón.
¡Total, qué le importa a ella
que viva como yo vivo!
Metido siempre
en el boliche de esa esquina
que ha dejado de ser tan linda
por su olvido.
¡Total, qué le importa a ella
que viva como yo vivo!
Mareado de caña y de recuerdos,
noche y día, día y noche,
por su vida que es mi amor.
(Instrumental)
¡Total, qué le importa a ella
que viva como yo vivo!
Metido siempre
en el boliche de esa esquina
que ha dejado de ser tan linda
por su olvido.
¡Total, qué le importa a ella
que viva como yo vivo!
Mareado de caña y de recuerdos,
noche y día, día y noche,
por su vida que es mi amor.
(Unsung part)
Me dicen El Encopao
y no es mentira que voy mal rumbeao...
¡Todo por una morocha
que me marcó una güeya
de penas y de sombras!
Me llaman El Encopao
pero conmigo nadie va a jugar
porque los hombres se encuentran
y entonces cara a cara
hay que corajear.
English
English
They call me The Drunk
those who don't know
what happened to me
and they see me ended as a nobody
Let them say whatever they want,
it doesn't harm me anymore
They call me The Drunk
as if the one who goes like this
loses the honor
and they don't think that he that kills
his anger with some drinks
has his reason.
In the end, what does it matter to her
that I live how I live!
always staying
in the bar in that corner
that stopped being so pretty
due to her oblivion.
In the end, what does it matter to her
that I live how I live!
Tipsy from alcohol and memories,
night and day, day and night,
from her life which is my love.
(Instrumental)
In the end, what does it matter to her
that I live how I live!
always staying
in the bar in that corner
that stopped being so pretty
due to her oblivion.
In the end, what does it matter to her
that I live how I live!
Tipsy from alcohol and memories,
night and day, day and night,
from her life which is my love.
(Unsung part)
They call me The Drunk
and it's not false that I wander badly...
All for a brunette
who left a mark in me
of sorrows and shadows!
They call me The Drunk
but nobody will play with me
because men meet
and then face to face
they will have to show courage.
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