Paroles et traduction Alain Pérez - Juanito El Malo

Juanito El Malo

Juanito El Malo vende sonetos
Catorce versos por sólo un euro
Con su melena de los sesenta
Nadie los compra, pero él lo intenta
Dicen que tiene una historia oculta
Pero él la oculta, porque es su historia
Le han dado fama de mal sujeto
Todo por culpa de sus sonetos
Y nadie piensa que el pobre vate
Pueda pagarse ni un chocolate
Con sus transportes por las alturas
De eso que llaman literatura
El rimador, que ya lo sabe
Obvia razones y pone en clave
De insigne Lope sus asperezas
Tal vez pensando que la simpleza de su argumento
Pueda salvarlo de otras miserias
Que ha no dudarlo son el trasunto de aquella historia
Que todos quieren que haga notoria
Pero Juanito sigue callado
Y solo en tragos, ya algo pasado
A los curiosos vende sonetos
Catorce versos, señor, un euro
Venga a la chanza, bardo gratuito
Ríe a la gente, date un traguito y has tu soneto
¡Qué bien, muchacho, que sólo seas el gran borracho!
Así podemos tachar tu nombre de las tertulias de más renombre
Juanito El Malo vende sonetos, catorce versos a solo un euro
Juanito El Malo vende sonetos, catorce versos a solo un euro
Y el gran Juanito que no es tan malo
Vende sus ripios, bebe sus tragos
Pero no cuenta nunca su historia
Bastante tiene con la memoria
De un mal recuerdo, su vida es eso
Noches de tragos y malos versos
Juanito El Malo vende sonetos, catorce versos a solo un euro
Juanito El Malo vende un soneto
Se toma un trago, guarda silencio
Y allá en el fondo de su cerveza
Guarda la espuma de una tristeza
Juanito El Malo vende sonetos, catorce versos a solo un euro

Juanito The Bad

Juanito The Bad sells sonnets
Fourteen lines for only one euro
With his 60s haircut
Nobody buys them, but he tries
They say he has a hidden story
But he hides it, because it's his story
They've given him a reputation of a bad guy
All because of his sonnets
And nobody thinks that the poor poet
Can't even afford a chocolate
With his travels through the clouds
Of that thing they call literature
The rhymer, who already knows
Ignores reasons and codes it
Of illustrious Lope his asperezas
Perhaps thinking that the simplicity of the argument
Could save him from other miseries
That are undoubtedly the reflection of that story
That everyone wants him to make notorious
But Juanito stays silent
And alone in drinks, already somewhat faded
He sells sonnets to the curious
Fourteen lines, sir, one euro
Come to the jest, free bard
Laugh at people, take a drink and make your sonnet
How amazing, young man, that you're just the great drunkard!
That way we can erase your name from the most famous gatherings
Juanito The Bad sells sonnets, fourteen lines for only one euro
Juanito The Bad sells sonnets, fourteen lines for only one euro
And the great Juanito who's not so bad
Sells his doggerel, drinks his drinks
But never tells his story
Enough for him with the memory
Of a bad memory, his life is that
Nights of drinks and bad verses
Juanito The Bad sells sonnets, fourteen lines for only one euro
Juanito The Bad sells a sonnet
He takes a drink, keeps silent
And down at the bottom of his beer
He saves the foam of a sadness
Juanito The Bad sells sonnets, fourteen lines for only one euro