Paroles et traduction Joaquín Sabina - Cuando Me Hablan del Destino

Cuando Me Hablan del Destino

Yo era un capo en el ambiente
Derrochaba adrenalina
Me presentaba en corrientes
Tenía palco en el Colón
Manejaba un convertible
No escatimaba propinas
Las quimeras imposibles
De otros eran mi rutina
No había nacido la mina
Que me dijera que no

Pero pucha, un veintinueve
De aquel febrero bisiesto
Me vi pernoctando un jueves
En un banco de estación
Sin más ajuar que lo puesto
Ni credit card, ni cobija

Las ratas que huían del barco
Del retrato de mis hijas
Me afanaron hasta el marco
Creyendo que era art decó

Las coristas y las farras
Se esfumaron con la guita
Los muchachos de la barra
No me echaron ni un piolín
Charly no tuvo un detalle
Ni Fito un "¿qué necesitas?"
Cuando, al cabo de la calle
Rompí mi caricatura
Ni el camión de la basura
Tuvo un jergón para mí

Disqué el movicón amado
De una gatita de angora
"No moleste a la señora"
Contestó el contestador
Y aprendí que estar quebrado
No es el infierno del Dante
Ni un currículo brillante
La lámpara de Aladino
Cuando me hablan del destino
Cambio de conversación

Espejismos rosicleres
Ya no me fruncen el ceño
Ni me cobran alquileres
Las mujeres que olvidé
Bajo el sol que me apuñala
Vivo sin patria ni dueño
Como el aire lo regalan
Y el alma nunca la empeño
Con las sobras de mis sueños
Me sobra para comer

¿De qué voy a lamentarme?
Bulle la sangre en mis venas
Cada día al despertarme
Me gusta resucitar
A quien quiera acompañarme
Le cambio versos por penas
Bajo los puentes del Sena
De los que pierden el norte
Se duerme sin pasaporte
Y está mal visto llorar

When They Talk to Me About Destiny

I was a big shot, darling, in my scene
Overflowing with adrenaline, I mean
I was known in every current, every stream
Had a box seat at the Colón, my queen
Drove a convertible, sleek and fast
Never skimped on tips, they piled up vast
The impossible dreams of other men
Were my everyday routine, again and again
No woman had been born, I swear it's true
Who could ever tell me, "No," not you

But alas, on the twenty-ninth, you see
Of that leap year February's misery
I found myself spending a Thursday night
On a cold station bench, under dim light
With nothing but the clothes upon my back
No credit card, no blanket, what a lack

The rats fleeing the sinking ship, it seems
From the portrait of my daughters, sweet dreams
Stole even the frame, the cheeky things
Thinking it was Art Deco, with silver wings

The showgirls and the parties, loud and bright
Vanished with the cash, into the night
The guys from my old crew, not one in sight
Didn't throw me a lifeline, what a plight
Charly didn't lift a finger, not a thing
Nor Fito a "What do you need?" on a string
When, at the end of the street, my dear
I tore up my caricature, fueled by fear
Not even the garbage truck, I confess
Had a spare mattress for my distress

I dialed the beloved number, I recall
Of a little Angora cat, so small
"Don't bother the lady," a voice did say
The answering machine had the final sway
And I learned that being broke, my sweet
Isn't Dante's Inferno, can't be beat
Nor a shining resume, you see
Aladdin's lamp, granting wishes free
When they talk to me about destiny's call
I quickly change the subject, that's all

Rosy mirages, shimmering and grand
No longer make me frown, you understand
Nor do the women I've left behind
Charge me rent in my wandering mind
Under the sun that stabs me with its light
I live without a country, without a fight
Like the air, they give it away for free
And my soul, I never pawn, you agree?
With the leftovers of my dreams, so grand
I have more than enough to eat, at hand

What do I have to lament, my dear?
Blood boils in my veins, so full of cheer
Every day when I awaken, it's clear
I love to be resurrected, no fear
To anyone who wants to join my way
I'll trade verses for sorrows, come what may
Under the bridges of the Seine, so grand
Of those who lose their way, in this land
One sleeps without a passport, it is true
And crying is frowned upon, for me and you