Osvaldo Pugliese — Vieja Recova song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Vieja Recova" by Osvaldo Pugliese.
Lyrics
La otra noche mientras iba caminando como un curda
Tranco a tranco, solo y triste, recorriendo el veredón
Sentí el filo de una pena que en el lado de la zurda
Se empeñaba traicionera por tajear mi corazón
Entre harapos lamentables, una pobre limosnera
Sollozando su desgracia, a mi lado se acercó
Y al tirarle unas monedas a la vieja pordiosera
Vi que el rostro avergonzado con las manos se tapó
Vieja Recova
Rinconada de sus días
La encontré sola y perdida
Como una muestra fatal
La mala suerte
Le jugó una carta brava
Se le dio vuelta la taba
La vejez la derrotó
Vieja Recova
Si vieras cuánto dolor
Yo la he visto cuando mozo ir tejiendo fantasías
Con sus sueños de alto vuelo y sus noches de champán
Pobrecita, quien pensara los finales de sus días
Y en la trágica limosna vergonzante que hoy le dan
Me alejé, Vieja Recova, de su lado, te imaginas
De la amiga de otros tiempos, qué dolor llegué a sentir
Lo que ayer fuera grandeza, hoy mostraba sólo ruinas
Y unas lágrimas porfiadas no las pude desmentir
Vieja Recova
Rinconada de su vida
La encontré sola y perdida
Como una muestra fatal
La mala suerte
Le jugó una carta brava
Se le dio vuelta la taba
La vejez la derrotó
Vieja Recova
Si vieras cuánto dolor
Lyrics translation
The other night while I was walking like a Kurd
Step by step, lonely and sad, walking the veredon
I felt the edge of a pity that on the left-handed side
She worked treacherously to cut my heart
Among lamentable Rags, a poor alms
Sobbing his misfortune, by my side he approached
And throwing a few coins at the old tramp
I saw that the embarrassed face with his hands was covered
Old Recova
Corner of his days
I found her alone and lost
As a fatal sample
Bad luck
He played him a good card.
He turned his tab.
Old age defeated her
Old Recova
If you saw how much pain
I've seen her when I mozo go knitting fantasies
With their high-flying dreams and their Champagne Nights
Poor thing, who will think of the end of her days
And in the tragic shameful alms they give him today
I walked away, old Recova, on his side, you imagine
From the friend of yesteryear, what pain I came to feel
What yesterday was greatness, today showed only ruins
And I couldn't deny a few broken tears
Old Recova
Corner of your life
I found her alone and lost
As a fatal sample
Bad luck
He played him a good card.
He turned his tab.
Old age defeated her
Old Recova
If you saw how much pain