La última curda / The last soak

[ookami]

Bueno, una traducción muy literal. No tengan piedad y matenla a correciones. Si alguno propone otra traducción, desde cero, me vendría muy bien para compararla con la mía(si se la puede llamar traducción). Al final está la canción

Well, a very literal translation. Please don't have mercy and kill her with corrections. If someone wants to make a translation from the scratch, for me it'll be an excellent thing because I'll be able to compare it with my "translation"(if I can name it that way). At the end of the post you are going to find the song. You can practice pronunciation if you sing it while you're listening to it.

Lastima, bandoneón, mi corazón tu ronca maldición maleva... Tu lágrima de ron me lleva hacia el hondo bajo fondo donde el barro se subleva. ¡Ya sé, no me digás! ¡Tenés razón! La vida es una herida absurda, y es todo tan fugaz que es una curda, ¡nada más! mi confesión. Contame tu condena, decime tu fracaso, ¿no ves la pena que me ha herido? Y hablame simplemente de aquel amor ausente tras un retazo del olvido. ¡Ya sé que me hace daño! ¡Yo sé que te lastimo llorando mi sermón de vino! Pero es el viejo amor que tiembla, bandoneón, y busca en un licor que aturda, la curda que al final termine la función corriéndole un telón al corazón. Un poco de recuerdo y sinsabor gotea tu rezongo lerdo. Marea tu licor y arrea la tropilla de la zurda al volcar la última curda. Cerrame el ventanal que arrastra el sol su lento caracol de sueño, ¿no ves que vengo de un país que está de olvido, siempre gris, tras el alcohol?...

Hurt, bandoneón, my heart your hoarse coarse curse… Your rum’s tear takes me towards the deep underworld where the mud revolts. I know, don’t tell me! You are right! Life is an absurd wound, and everything is so brief that is a soak, nothing more! my confesion. Tell me your condemn, say to me your failure, don’t you see the sorrow that has wounded me? And just talk to me about that absent love after a remnant of oblivion. I already know that it damages me! I know that I hurt you crying my sermon of wine! But is the old love that shivers, bandoneón, and searchs in a liqueur that stuns, the soak that at the end will put a finish to the performance drawing a backdrop to the heart. A little bit of memory and displeasure drips your clumsy grumble. Your liqueur makes things dizzy and spurs the troops of the heart when the last soak is dumped. Close for me the large window that the sun drags it’s slow snail of sleep, don’t you see that I came from a country that is from oblivion, always gray, after the alcohol?...

[JPablo]

Ookami, vi tu post antes, y escuché la canción varias veces, mientras terminaba un montón de otras cosas... Ahora mismo voy a "cerrar la tienda" (me voy al sobre, a dormir), pero la canción y la interpretación están geniales... No sé si podré darle un buen vistazo a tu traducción... pero veré a ver que puedo hacer mañana...

[poli]

The Last Dance

You bandoneon, you break my heart,
You with your evil damned cry. Your
drunken tears take me down down to the dregs.
Yes I know you've taught me well: Life is agony it's just a crazy dance soon to
pass me by. But you've taught me a meaningless lesson and nothing more.
That's my confession.
Talk to me. Tell me your sins and failures. Can't you see you have torn
me apart? Sing to me about the tattered memories of love lost. Now I know you have scarred me, singing my torch song in this drunken tango of bitter wine.
But it's the ghost of old love that glitters and grows dim in my drunken reverie, bandoneon and it keeps calling me back 'til the final dance is done .
Meanwhile your mournful song brings me back to those painful memories that
intoxicates me waiting for me to go into my final dance. Close the
shade. The sun is no longer for me . I'm ready now for the final dance.

[ookami]

Thanks poli! You've helped me a lot! Your post gives me many corrections and ideas. Later I'm going to post another version. Thanks again.

[poli]

I have made some corrections to my interpretation. Now it makes more
sense--albeit morbid sense. I love tango music.