Viejo Smoking

Bellied up like the parrot is becoming deserted
all the luxury is the swagger without a bed
and look at this poor lad how he has lost his status,
bitter, poor, and skinny like a mutt.

Little by little everything has gone upside down
they played pool and had to start swimming...
Only you are saving yourself because for me you are a dream
that God willing will never come to wake me up.

Old tuxedo from the times
when I also carved...
How many dolls cried
in your lapels!
Lapels that with their shine
seemed to dazzle
and wherever they went they sat down
my reputation as a gigolo.

I don't feel the sadness of knowing I'm defeated
and the memory of my past splendor doesn't bother me;
I don't regret the wind or the years I've wasted,
but I cry when I see myself alone, without friends, without love;

without a hand to give me a lift,
without a woman to brighten the rest of my life...
You'll see that one of these days I'll use you as a pillow
and, lying in the swagger, I'll let myself die!

Old tuxedo, how many times
the most popular milonguera
stained the shine of your lapel
with stucco and lipstick
and in my tough guy acts
how many tears wet you!
how many old men envied
my reputation as a gigolo!