Brindis Por Pierrot

Toast for Pierrot

Brindis Por Pierrot

They didn't see MolinaNo lo vieron a Molina
Who no longer steps into the barQue no pisa más el bar
Where is the Great DollDónde está la Gran Muñeca
That no longer walks the boulevardQue no trilla el bulevar
Tonight is for memoriesEsta noche es de recuerdos
This toast for PierrotEste brindis por Pierrot
You will return, Mario BenítezVolverás Mario Benítez
With your Maginot LineCon tu Línea Maginot
What will become of the people of Buenos AiresQué será de los porteños
Occupying the LiberaijOcupando el Liberaij
What will La Nueva Ola sayQué dirá La Nueva Ola
Soaked in champagneEmpapada de champán
Tonight is for memoriesEsta noche es de recuerdos
This toast for The UnionEste brindis por La Unión
There you are, MartíncorenaAhí estás Martíncorena
Listening to this songEscuchando esta canción

I'm leavingMe voy
Like so many have goneComo se han ido tantos
That memory disguised as saintsQue el recuerdo disfrazó de santos
And their story has become an illusionY su historia se ha vuelto ilusión
I discoverDescubro
The hint of bitternessEl dejo de amargura
That not even the best scoreQue ni la mejor partitura
Could mark on my voiceLe pudo marcar a mi voz

They goSe van
Like so many have goneComo se han ido tantos
Carnival gave them its cloakCarnaval les regaló su manto
Their image becomes a songSu estampa se vuelve canción
They have goneSe han ido
Blowing out the footlightsSoplando candilejas
Tonight I have no complaintsEsta noche no tengo ni quejas
However, the one who cries is meSin embargo el que llora soy yo

They don't remember La BrutaNo se acuerdan de la Bruta
With Pianito in its placeCon Pianito en su lugar
I can't forget ÑatoNo me olvido más del Ñato
Imitating DogomarImitando a Dogomar
Tonight is for memoriesEsta noche es de recuerdos
This toast for PierrotEste brindis por Pierrot
There are few SabalerosQuedan pocos Sabaleros
Holding up the barAguantando el mostrador

I'm seeing you, BenítezTe estoy viendo a vos Benítez
In the pages of the RingEn las páginas del Ring
Not to mention a Picho LópezNi que hablar de un Picho López
Lying in a casinRecostado en un casin
Tonight is for memoriesEsta noche es de recuerdos
This toast for ZelmarEste brindis por Zelmar
They didn't see MolinaNo lo vieron a Molina
Who no longer steps into the barQue no pisa más el bar

I'm leavingMe voy
I'm leaving, I'm leavingMe voy me vivo yendo
Tonight time caught up with meEsta noche me hizo vista el tiempo
In the glasses they gave me changüíEn las copas me dieron changüí
I takeMe llevo
Like a crude whimComo un capricho burdo
The hope hidden in the left-handedLa esperanza escondida en el zurdo
May the Devil take pity on meQue el Diablo se apiade de mí

They goSe van
They go, they keep goingSe van se siguen yendo
Downhill the wind shakes themCuesta abajo los sacude el viento
Like leaves of an autumnal dreamComo hojas de un sueño otoñal
I raiseLevanto
My glass just in caseMi vaso por las dudas
Sometimes luck helps meA veces la suerte me ayuda
No one knocks on the doorNadie golpea al zaguán

Listen to the clown who singsOigan al payaso que canta
How many sorrows in his throatCuántas penas en su garganta
Next to his glass of liquorJunto a su copa de licor
AloneSolo
Tonight I have no graveEsta noche no tengo ni tumba
However, the one who sings is meSin embargo el que canta soy yo

Look at the street PierrotMiren al Pierrot callejero
Faithful companion of the nightDe la noche fiel compañero
A tear shines on his cheekEn su mejilla un lagrimón
ShinesBrilla
He has had to spend his life alone with his heartLe ha tocado pasarse la vida a solas con su corazón

They throw you onto the field without asking if you want to enterTe largan a la cancha sin preguntarte si querés entrar
As if that weren't enough, as a goalkeeper; a whole life covering holesPor si fuera poco, de golero; toda una vida tapando agujeros
And if by chance you turn out to be good, they throw themselves to the ground and call a penaltyY si en una de esas salís bueno, se tiran al suelo y te cobran penal

Listen to the clown who singsOigan al payaso que canta
How many sorrows in his throatCuántas penas en su garganta
Next to his glass of liquorJunto a su copa de licor
AloneSolo
Tonight his clothes don't shineEsta noche no luce su ropa
However, they call him PierrotSin embargo le llaman Pierrot

Look at the street PierrotMiren al Pierrot callejero

Didn't you feel, Viruta, the guys? They say I'm alone, what do they knowNo sentiste, Viruta a los muchachos? Dicen que ando solo, qué saben ellos
They don't know that the child Calatrava is always by my sideEllos no saben que siempre al lado mío está el niño Calatrava
Raviol, who left us recentlyRaviol, que se nos fue hace poco
Alone yes, alone but living life, enjoying itA solas sí, a solas pero viviendo la vida, gozándola

Listen to the clown who singsOigan al payaso que canta