Paroles et traduction José Larralde - Elegía Pa' un Rajao

Elegía Pa' un Rajao

Anda moqueando el punto por el raje,
Que del laburo el patrón le dio,
Ya no le cabe más dolor ni un traje,
¡que vida puta!,
Que lo repario...

Dicen que tiene la mujer jodida,
De comer viento se le reventó,
Que de hace tiempo
Ya es una lambida,
Ni pa saliva, dicen,
Que ganó.

Por perder siempre
Se ganó una risa,
Le dieron calle,
Pero se cayó
Mala costumbre de juntar paliza
Sin decir nunca que lo repario...

Juntó silencio como pa un entierro,
Con lo que venga siempre se arregló,
Faja la vida como un pobre perro
Mascando el sarro de una vieja tos,
Se jugó a nada cuando habia pa todo,
Nunca hizo trampa,
Lo cagó el honor.

Y hay que ser macho
Que hoy que dobla el codo
Dice bajito;
Ta que lo tiró...
Anda moqueando el punto por el raje,
Que del laburo el patrón le dio,
Ya no le cabe más dolor,
Ni un traje,
¡que vida puta!,
Que lo repario...

Elegy for a Broken Man

He's whining and crying over the cut
That the foreman gave him from his job
He can't fit any more pain or a suit
What a shitty life!
He fixed it...

They say his wife is screwed up
From eating air, she burst
That for a long time
She's been a lap dog
Not even for spit
He won.

For always losing
He earned a laugh
They gave him the sack
But he fell
Bad habit of taking a beating
Without ever saying he fixed it...

He collected silence like he was at a funeral
He always got by with whatever came his way
He fights life like a poor dog
Chewing on the tartar of an old cough
He gambled on nothing when he had it all
He never cheated
Honor screwed him.

And you have to be macho
Today, when he bends his elbow
He says softly;
He let it all go...
He's whining and crying over the cut
That the foreman gave him from his job
He can't fit any more pain
Not even a suit
What a shitty life!
He fixed it...