La Hermana de la Coneja (Remastered) - Jaime Roos traduction en anglais

La Hermana de la Coneja (Remastered)

En un deposito sucio
Bastion de la ciudad vieja
Perdio la virginidad
Testigo en la oscuridad
Un colchon apolillado
Que quedo como estampado
Con indeleble memoria
Y es origen de esta historia
Que no se bien si es verdad

Fue como siempre sucede
Se colaron con el ttito
Aquel morocho flaquito
Que la conquisto con mimos
Y desafiando al destino
Se dejo de franeleos
Se alboroto el avispero
Dieciseis años es mucho
Cuando te da como un chucho
Y la vida pide cuero

Despues cuentos conocidos
Que, que le vamos a hacer
Que no lo podes tener,
Que ya consegui la guita
Un llanto cuatro caricias
Que todo va a salir bien
El fondo de un almacen
El adios al flaco tito
Y el comienzo de un periplo
Mas amacado que un tren

Hoy es señora de tal
Y en el este veranea
No imagina el que la vea
Que era de playa pascual
Su camelo viene mal
Bate, chicos y colegio
Te la trabaja de regio
Y anda en checo bien de bute
Con goma en lugar de yute
Y sin preguntar los precios

Ahora si que se divierte
En pavada de colchon
Pelo corto a la garçon
Y lentes con cadenita
Recurre al sicoanalista
A la hermana ni la nombra
Pero la marca una sombra
Que nunca pudo esquibar
Como la vino a quedar
Alla por la ciudad vieja

The Rabbit's Sister (Remastered)

In a dirty warehouse
Bastion of the old city
She lost her virginity
Witness in the darkness
A moth-eaten mattress
That was left as a print
With indelible memory
And is the origin of this story
That I don't know if it's true

It was as it always happens
They snuck in with the uncle
That dark-haired skinny guy
Who won her over with cuddles
And defying fate
He let go of the flannel
The hornet's nest was stirred up
Sixteen years is a lot
When it hits you like a dog
And life demands hide

Then the usual stories
That, what are we going to do about it?
That you can't have it,
That I've already got the dough
A cry, four caresses
That everything will be alright
The back of a store
The goodbye to the skinny uncle
And the beginning of a journey
More twisted than a train

Today she's the lady of so-and-so
And she spends the summer in the east
He who sees her can't imagine
That she was from Playa Pascual
Her cover story doesn't work
Dancing, boys and school
She works it royally
And she drives a Czech car really well
With rubber instead of jute
And without asking the prices

Now she's really having fun
On a mattress of nonsense
Short boyish haircut
And glasses with a chain
She goes to the psychoanalyst
She doesn't even mention her sister
But she leaves a shadow
That she could never avoid
Like the way she was left
Back there in the old city