Carlos Gardel — Canchero song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Canchero" by Carlos Gardel.
Lyrics
Para el récord de mi vida sos una fácil carrera
que yo me animo a ganarte sin emoción ni final.
Te lo bato pa’que entiendas, en esta jerga burrera,
que vos sos una potranca para una penca cuadrera,
y yo, che vieja, ya he sido relojeao pa’l Nacional…
Vos sabés que de purrete tuve pinta de ligero;
era audaz, tenía clase, era guapo y seguidor.
Por la sangre de mi viejo salí bastante barrero,
y en esas biabas de barrio figuré siempre primero
ganando muchos finales a fuerza de corazón.
El cariño de una mina, que me llevaba doblado
en malicia y experiencia, me sacó de perdedor;
pero cuando estuve en peso y a la monta acostumbrado,
¡que te bata la percanta el juego que se le dió!
Ya después en la carpeta empecé a probar fortuna,
y muchas noches la suerte me fue amistosa y cordial.
Otras noches salí seco a chamuyar con la luna
por las calles solitarias del sensiblero arrabal.
Me hice de aguante en la timba y corrido en la milonga,
desconfiao en la carpeta, lo mismo que en el amor.
Yo he visto venirse abajo sin que nadie lo disponga
cien castillos de ilusiones por una causa mistonga,
y he visto llorar a guapos por mujeres como vos.
Ya ves que por ese lado vas muerta con tu espamento;
yo no quiero amor de besos, yo quiero amor de amistad.
Nada de palabras dulces, nada de mimos y cuentos;
yo busco una compañera pa' batirle lo que siento
y una mujer que aconseje con criterio y con bondad.
Lyrics translation
For the record of my life you're an easy race
that I dare to beat you without emotion or end.
I'll beat you up for you to understand, in this burrera jargon,
that you are a filly for a square Pinca,
and I, Che vieja, have already been national watch PA'l…
You know I looked light as a purrette;
he was bold, he was classy, he was handsome and he was a follower.
By the blood of my old man I came out quite barrier,
and in those neighborhood biabas I always figured first
winning a lot of finals by heart.
The affection of a mine, which carried me bent
in malice and experience, I was a loser;
but when I was on weight and riding accustomed,
beat the odds the game he was given!
Already after in the folder I began to try fortune,
and many nights my luck was friendly and cordial.
Other nights I went dry to chamuyar with the moon
through the lonely streets of the sensitive district.
I ran in the Milonga and ran in the timba,
distrust in the folder, the same as in love.
I've seen it fall apart without anyone ordering it
one hundred castles of illusions for a mistonga cause,
and I've seen handsome men cry for women like you.
You see that way you're dead with your spamento;
I don't want kissing love, I want friendship love.
No sweet words, no pampering and tales;
I'm looking for a partner to beat you what I feel
and a woman who advises with judgment and kindness.