Paroles et traduction Frank Delgado - Vida Breve

Vida Breve

VIDA BREVE
Vida breve
Yo que quería estar allí
Cuando te hiciste Lucumí
En el solar del cerro que marcó tu infancia.
Que me espere
Mi barrio es santo sin collar,
Sé que te suena a Miramar
Pero tú no te atrevas a tomar distancia.
Recuerda que en la Lenin yo aprendí mucho folclor
Con gente que era de tu barrio o alguno peor.
Y a mí me gusta como traquea tu esqueleto, mi flaca,
Aunque mi madre no te quiera porque tú eres mulata.
Vamos a hacer un café con leche,
Mulata biscuit.
Y a mí me encanta como se manda tu intelecto, mi alma,
Aunque mi biblioteca sea poco para tu Encarta.
Qué rico es leer contigo
Mulata biscuit.
Y no me importa que me digan el blanquito negrero
Que lo que quiere es quimbarse a las negritas del Cerro.
Y no me importa que te digan mulatica arribista
Que se quiere dar un barniz
Saliendo con un artista
Y darse tremenda pista.
Vida breve
Yo sé que me van a esperar
Algunos chulos del canal
Que defienden su grey
Como en los tiempos de antes.
Que me esperen
Cuando te vaya a ir a buscar
Voy a cumplir con el ritual
Aunque algunos sospechan
Que no doy el plante.
Con mi manopla, mi navaja y mi enajenación
Yo soy un chulo más en esta globalización.
Si te gusta lento, mucho movimiento, vamos a bailar.
Si te gusta el cine con su fundamento, vamo' al Festival.
Yo quiero verte bailando en mi discotemba
Y en diciembre te veo en el Festival...

Short Life

SHORT LIFE
Short life
I who wanted to be there
When you became Lucumí
In the neighborhood of the hill that marked your childhood.
Let it wait for me
My neighborhood is holy without a necklace,
I know it sounds like Miramar
But you don't dare to take your distance.
Remember that in Lenin I learned a lot of folklore
With people who were from your neighborhood or worse.
And I like the way your skeleton rattles, my skinny,
Even though my mother doesn't love you because you are mulatto.
We're going to make a café con leche,
Mulatto biscuit.
And I love the way your intellect works, my soul,
Even though my library is not enough for your Encarta.
How nice it is to read with you
Mulatto biscuit.
And I don't care if they call me the white slave trader
Who just wants to get with the black girls from Cerro.
And I don't care if they call you a mulatto social climber
Who wants to give herself a varnish
By going out with an artist
And having a great track record.
Short Life
I know they're going to wait for me
Some pimps from the canal
Who defend their flock
Like in the old times.
Let them wait for me
When I go to look for you
I will fulfill the ritual
Although some suspect
That I won't show up.
With my glove, my knife and my alienation
I am one more pimp in this globalization.
If you like it slow, lots of movement, let's dance.
If you like movies with a foundation, let's go to the festival.
I want to see you dancing in my discotheque
And in December I'll see you at the Festival...