Reproche

Reproach

Reproche

Sad tango, harsh tangoTango triste, tango rante
From my time is CaferataDe mi tiempo es Caferata
I know your pastYo conozco tu pasado
I understand your betrayalYo comprendo tu traición
The tough guys don't look at youLos malevos no te miran
With the same eyes as beforeCon los mismos ojos de antes
Because the slums were your cradlePorque fue tu cuna el bajo
And luxury your seductionY el lujo tu seducción

How many tough guys were markedCuántos guapos se marcaron
To the beat of your chordsAl compás de tus acordes
And in the slums, which ghostsY en el bajo, cuál fantasmas
Were entwined with knivesSe trenzaron a facón
And your mournful musicY tu música doliente
Yes, it may have served as a lullabySí, habrá servido de arrullo
For a criminal to sleepPa' que duerma un sueño reo
The kid of some thugEl pibe de algún matón

Sad tango, harsh tangoTango triste, tango rante
From my time is CaferataDe mi tiempo es Caferata
What did you do to that neighborQue hiciste de esa vecina
My spiritual little sisterMi hermanita espiritual
One night at the milongaUna noche en la milonga
To the beat of your chordsAl compás de tus acordes
I saw a virgin tearVi rodar de sus pupilas
Roll from her eyesUn lagrimón virginal

Sad tango, and today the tough guysTango triste, y hoy los malevos
Cry for your betrayalLloran todos tu traición
Because they know that you will neverPorque saben que ya nunca
Return to your homeHas de volver a tu hogar
Because you've been playingPorque has estado jugando
With the forty-card deckCon las cuarenta del mazo
And it's the knot that they buy from youY es al ñudo que te compren
If they're not going to outsmart youSi no te han de desbancar

Now you show off your chordsAhora luces tus acordes
Like a flashy chickComo mina abacanada
Because you're just like allPorque sos igual que todos
Those who have been from the neighborhoodLos que han sido del barrial
Those who until today, with absintheLos que hasta hoy, con ajenjo
We poisoned ourselves togetherJuntos nos envenenamos
Because today they're doing wellPorque hoy están en la buena
They shout their triumphLanzan su grito triunfal

If I were to ask you to accountSi yo te pidiera cuenta
For all the harm you've causedDe tanto mal que has causado
To those poor womenA esas pobres mujercitas
In your champagne nightsEn tus noches de champaña
Even if you returned to the cradleYa, ni volviendo a la cuna
Where your existence beganDonde empezó tu existencia
You wouldn't pay for so much harmPagarías tanto daño
To the one who called you 'gotán'Al que te llamó 'gotán'