Yira Yira (Cruisin’, cruisin’)
Yira Yira (Cruisin’, cruisin’)
Music: Enrique Santos Discépolo
Lyrics: Enrique Santos Discépolo
Translation: Frank Sasson
Recorded by Carlos Gardel in 1930
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Cuando la suerte que es grela
fallando y fallando, te largue parao,
cuando estés bien en la vía,
sin rumbo desesperao.
Cuando no tengas ni fe,
ni yerba de ayer,
secandose al sol...
Cuando rajes los tamangos
buscando ese mango que te haga morfar...
La indiferencia del mundo
que es sordo y es mudo,
recién sentirás.
Verás que todo es mentira,
verás que nada es amor
que al mundo nada le importa,
Yira...yira...
Aunque te quiebre la vida,
aunque te muerda un dolor,
no esperes nunca una ayuda
ni una mano...ni un favor.
Cuando esten secas las pilas
de todos los timbres que vos apretas...
buscando un pecho fraterno
para morir abrazao...
Cuando te larguen parao
después de cinchar
lo mismo que a mi.
Cuando manyes que a tu lado
se prueban la ropa
que vas a dejar,
te acordarás de este otario
que un día cansado se puso a ladrar.
Verás que todo es mentira,
verás que nada es amor
que al mundo nada le importa,
Yira...yira...
Aunque te quiebre la vida,
aunque te muerda un dolor,
no esperes nunca una ayuda
ni una mano...
ni un favor.
English
English
When luck which is very bad
missing and missing, leaves you alone,
When you're well on the way
without desperate direction
When you don't even have faith
Nor yesterday's weed (mate)
being dried by the sun…
When you split the dancing shoes
Looking for that dough to be able to eat
You will now feel
The indifference of that
deaf and dumb world.
You'll see that everything is a lie
You'll see that nothing is love
That the world doesn't care
Yira yira
Even though life will break you
Even if a pain will bite you
Don't ever expect a help
Nor a hand .... Nor a favor
When the batteries
ff all the bells you ring have dried up,
While looking for a brotherly chest
To die in an embrace
When they leave you alone
After cinching
The same as myself
When you notice that beside you
They're trying on the clothes
That you are leaving,
You will remember this otario
That one day, tired Started to bark
You'll see that everything is a lie
You'll see that nothing is love
That the world doesn't care
Yira yira
Even though life will break you
Even if a pain will bite you
Don't ever expect a help
Nor a hand ....
Nor a favor
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