Paroles et traduction Javier Krahe - En la Costa Suiza

En la Costa Suiza

En un pueblo de allá por la costa suiza,
–Ohé, ohé–,
Un viejo pescador,
Borrachín, tranquilo, sin dar la paliza
A nadie de su alrededor,
Pretendía vivir a su manera,
Que era:
Salir a pescar
Y pescar
Boquerón, calamar,
O alguna ballenita
–Que también las da el mar–
Y después regresar
Con la frente marchita,
Como dice el cantar
Que se suele volver.
Y vender el pescado en la lonja,
Boquerón, calamar,
Una esponja
–Que también las da el mar–,
Y cobrar
Lo que hubiera ganado
Al vender el pescado.
Y marcharse a gastar
Lo que hubiera cobrado,
En comer
Y en comprar
Cuanto es menester
Poseer.
E invitar a beber
Y beber hasta el anochecer.
Y arrojar lo que hubiera sobrado
Del dinero cobrado,
Arrojárselo al mar,
Devolver.
Devolverle el dinero.
Y cada amanecer
Empezar desde cero.
Pero muchos vecinos denunciáronle al pobre
–Ohé, ohé–
Por contaminar.
Que sus pocas monedas, sus "vertidos de
Cobre",
Ponían perdidito el mar.
Y no pudo vivir a su manera,
Que era:
Salir a pescar
Y pescar
Boquerón, calamar,
O alguna ballenita
–Que también las da el mar–.
Y después regresar
Con la frente marchita,
Como dice el cantar
Que se debe volver.
Y vender el pescado en la lonja,
Boquerón, calamar,
Una esponja
–Que también las da el mar–.
Y cobrar
Lo que hubiera ganado
Al vender el pescado.
Y marcharse a gastar
Lo que hubiera cobrado,
En comer
Y en comprar
Cuanto es menester
Poseer.
E invitar a beber
Y beber hasta el anochecer.
Y arrojar lo que hubiera sobrado
Del dinero cobrado,
Arrojárselo al mar,
Devolver.
Devolverle el dinero.
Y cada amanecer
Empezar desde cero.

On the Swiss Coast

In a village there along the Swiss coast,
–Ohé, ohé–,
An old fisherman,
A calm drunkard, never causing a fuss
To anyone around him,
He sought to live his own way,
Which was:
To go out fishing
And catch
Anchovies, squid,
Or maybe a little whale
–The sea provides those too–
And then return
With a weathered brow,
As the song says,
That one usually comes back.
And sell the fish at the market,
Anchovies, squid,
A sponge
–The sea provides those too–,
And collect
What he had earned
By selling the fish.
And go spend
What he had collected,
On food
And on buying
Everything one needs
To possess.
And invite others to drink
And drink until nightfall.
And throw what was left
Of the money collected,
Throw it into the sea,
Return it.
Give the money back.
And each dawn
Start from scratch.
But many neighbors denounced the poor man
–Ohé, ohé–
For polluting.
That his few coins, his "copper
Discharges",
Were spoiling the sea.
And he couldn't live his own way,
Which was:
To go out fishing
And catch
Anchovies, squid,
Or maybe a little whale
–The sea provides those too–.
And then return
With a weathered brow,
As the song says,
That one should return.
And sell the fish at the market,
Anchovies, squid,
A sponge
–The sea provides those too–.
And collect
What he had earned
By selling the fish.
And go spend
What he had collected,
On food
And on buying
Everything one needs
To possess.
And invite others to drink
And drink until nightfall.
And throw what was left
Of the money collected,
Throw it into the sea,
Return it.
Give the money back.
And each dawn
Start from scratch.