Lyrics and translation Joaquín Sabina & Viceversa - El Joven Aprendiz de Pintor

El Joven Aprendiz de Pintor

El joven aprendiz de pintor que ayer mismo
Juraba que mis cuadros eran su catecismo
Hoy, como ve que el público empieza a hacerme caso
Ya no dice que pinto tan bien como Picasso
En cambio, la vecina que jamás saludaba
Cada vez que el azar o el ascensor nos juntaba
Vino ayer a decirme que mi última novela
La excita más que todo Camilo José Cela
Y qué decir del manager, audaz y decidido
Que no me recibió, que siempre estaba reunido
Hoy, moviendo la cola se acercó como un perro
A pedir que le diéramos vela en este entierro
Y yo le dije: "no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no"
Ya está marchita
La margarita
Que en el pasado he deshojado yo
El torpe maletilla que hasta ayer afirmaba
Que con las banderillas nadie me aventajaba
Ahora que corto orejas y aplauden los del siete
Ya no dice que cito tan bien como Antoniete
La propia Caballé que me negó sus favores
La diva que pasaba tanto de cantautores
Llamó para decirme "estoy en deuda contigo"
Mola más tu "Madrid" que el Aranjuez de Rodrigo
Y qué decir del crítico que indignado me acusa
De jugar demasiado a la ruleta rusa
Si no hubiera arriesgado, tal vez, me acusaría
De quedarme colgado en "Calle Melancolía"
Y eso sí que no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Ya no me excita
La margarita
Que en el pasado he deshojado yo

The Young Painter's Apprentice

The young painter's apprentice who, just yesterday,
Swore that my paintings were his catechism,
Today, seeing that the public is starting to pay attention,
No longer says that I paint as well as Picasso
Instead, the neighbor who never greeted me,
Every time that chance or the elevator brought us together,
Came yesterday to tell me that my latest novel,
Excites her more than anything by Camilo Jose Cela
And what about the manager, bold and determined,
Who wouldn't receive me, who was always in meetings,
Today, wagging his tail, he approached like a dog,
To ask us to give him a candle in this funeral
And I said: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no"
It is already wilted,
The daisy,
That I have pulled the petals from in the past.
The clumsy bullfighter who until yesterday confirmed,
That no one surpassed me with banderillas,
Now that I cut ears and the people in the seventh cheer,
No longer says that I quote as well as Antoniete.
The Caballe herself who denied me her favors,
The diva who thought so little of singer-songwriters,
Called to tell me "I am in debt to you,"
"Your 'Madrid' is cooler than Rodrigo's 'Aranjuez.'"
And what about the critic who, outraged, accuses me,
Of playing Russian roulette too much,
If I had not taken risks, perhaps he would accuse me,
Of staying stuck in "Melancholy Street".
And that I won't do, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
It no longer excites me,
The daisy,
That I have pulled the petals from in the past.