Letra de Manuel Romero
Música de Enrique Delfino
Traducido por Matt Curtis Waldroop
«THAT ERMINE JACKET»
Oh that old jacket made of ermine,
its inner lining all lamé,
which to your dear body was clinging
as you left the cabaret…
When passing beside me you did go,
leaning against your gigoló…
well, that old jacket made of ermine,
oh my, how it hurt me so!
You remember…It was the great
moment
culminating our affection…
I found myself without a red cent;
but you, my dear, loved the ermine.
So many nights, all shivering,
we two up beside the show window
stood,
and you would tell me, murmuring:
«Ah, my dearest, if only you
could…!»
And I such sacrifices paid
in helping you to buy that coat:
From friends I begged, visits to loan
sharks made. —
And I went a month without a smoke!
Oh that old jacket made of ermine,
its inner lining all lamé,
which to your dear body was clinging
as you left the cabaret…
It was for me, when counting final
score,
more durable than your love:
The jacket I am still paying for,
and yet your love for me is no more!
You remember…It was the great
moment
culminating our affection…
I found myself without a red cent;
but you, my dear, loved the ermine.
So many nights, all shivering,
we two up beside the show window
stood,
and you would tell me, murmuring:
«Ah, my dearest, if only you
could…!»
And I such sacrifices paid
in helping you to buy that coat:
From friends I begged, visits to loan
sharks made. —
And I went a month without a smoke!