Pa´l Cambalache

To the Junkyard

Pa´l Cambalache

It's been two monthsYa van pa' dos meses
since you left me,que me abandonaste
and there’s the roomy ahí está la pieza
just like you left it.como la dejaste.
Dust of forgetfulnessPolvo del olvido
falls down steady,desciende constante,
since you’ve been gonedesde que te has ido
I haven’t gone back in.yo no he vuelto a entrar.

The guitar that used toLa viola que supo
calm my sleepless nights,calmar mis desvelos,
express my complaints,expresar mis quejas,
and ease my jealousy;y aplacar mis celos;
the old couch,la catrera rante,
the coat rack, the closet,la percha, el ropero,
since that momentdesde aquel instante
they're all alone.solitos están.

And though my memoryY aunque mi recuerdo
fills its silence,su silencio llena,
it's not worth itno vale la pena
to start again.volver a empezar.
So I won’t even tryPor eso ni intento
to bring you back,traerte a mi lado,
I’d rather singprefiero amurado
my sorrow in silence.mi pena cantar.
To avoid tempting myselfPara no tentarme
and making you come back,y hacer que regreses,
after two monthsdespués de dos meses
I’m gonna react.voy a reaccionar.
And those old junkY esos cachivaches
that I kept in the room,que guardé en la pieza,
today to the junkyardhoy p'al cambalache
I’m gonna send.los voy a fletar.

I count the hoursRecuento las horas
since you left,desde que te fuiste,
and though I don’t cry for youy aunque no te lloro
I feel a bit sad.me pongo algo triste.
I’m frustrated and angryEstufo y cabrero
mourning your forgetfulness,lamento tu olvido,
because I know you’ve gonepues sé que te has ido
and won’t come back again.pa' no volver más.

What do you want me to do¿Qué querés que le haga
if I just can’t find myselfsi solo no me hallo
single in the roomsoltero en la pieza
with all this junk?con tanto bagayo?

I held on for two monthsAguanté dos meses
breaking my heart,rompiéndome el mate,
but for the grand finalepero pa'l remate
your clothes are going.tus pilchas se van.