GDBD - Rubén Blades traduction en anglais

GDBD

Despiertas
No has podido dormir muy bien
Te levantas
Caminas y pisas uno de los charcos de orine que el nuevo perro ha dejado por toda la casa

Maldiciendo, entras al baño brincando en una sola pierna
Enciendes la luz y restriegas el pie sobre la cubierta que tu esposa le puso al excusado
Vas hasta la bañadera blanca, abres los dos grifos del agua y controlas la temperatura
Levantas la cosa esa, que no sabes cómo se llama, y que hace que el agua salga por la regadera

Te bañas, no cantas
Sales de la tina
Te secas con una toalla que dice Disneylandia
Te subes a una balanza que da pesos siempre diferentes, pero aproximados

Cuando te estás afeitando, suena el despertador
Tu mujer abre los ojos
Mira la hora, lo apaga
Se levanta, de su lado de la cama
Cada uno tiene su lado de la cama

Cada uno tiene su lado en todo
Tú la sientes saliendo del cuarto, rumbo a la cocina
El vecino de arriba prendió el tocadisco
Terminas de afeitarte
Y te limpias las cortaditas con papel higiénico que se te queda pegado a la piel
Te pones el desodorante, "24 horas de protección constante"
Un poco de colonia para después de afeitarse

Te arde la cara
Sales del baño
Pisas otra vez el orine del perro
Le mientas la madre en voz alta
Tu esposa, desde la cocina, te pregunta qué te pasa

Tú le explicas a gritando por qué no quieres otro perro en la casa
Mientras te secas el pie con la toalla mojada que dice Disneylandia
Ella se aparece y silenciosamente seca el charco de orine

Vas al closet y sacas la ropa que te vas a poner
Miras el reloj
Hueles el café
Te vistes, no encuentras la correa

Te haces la corbata dos veces porque la primera vez
La parte de atrás te quedó más larga que la parte de adelante.
Vas a la cocina
Tu esposa ya preparó tu desayuno
Le hablas otra vez del perro
Ella, sin contestarte, te recuerda que hay que pagar la cuenta de la luz y la matrícula de la escuela de los chiquillos

Cuelgas tu jacket del borde de la silla y te sientas en la mesa de la cocina
Tu esposa enciende la radio
Están transmitiendo las noticias
Mientras escuchas, mojas el pan en el café, como te enseñó tu papá cuando eras niño

Suena el teléfono
Tu esposa lo contesta
Es para ti, de la oficina
Hoy van a arrestar al tipo

Va un carro a recogerte
Que lo esperes abajo
Cuelgas el teléfono
Vas a tu cuarto
Abres la segunda gaveta del armario, tu gaveta

Sacas tu libreta y los lentes negros
Vas a la cama, levantas el colchón y sacas tu revólver
Vas a la cocina, tomas tu jacket y lo pones todo en el bolsillo de adentro

Tu esposa te observa
Le das un beso al espacio, al lado de la mejilla, que ella no devuelve, ¿o sí?
Abres la puerta y bajas por la escalera de madera, saltando los escalones de dos en dos
Llegas a la calle
Ves al camión recogiendo la basura
Aún está oscuro, pero huele a mañana, varón

GDBD

You wake up.
Haven't slept well.
You get up.
You walk and step into one of the puddles of pee that the new dog has left all over the house.

Cursing, you hop into the bathroom on one leg.
You turn on the light and scrub your foot on the cover you put on the toilet seat.
You walk to the white bathtub, turn on both faucets, and adjust the temperature.
You lift that thing, you know, the one that makes the water come out of the showerhead.

You shower, no singing.
You get out of the tub.
You dry yourself with a towel that says Disneyland.
You step on a scale that always gives different weights, but they're close enough.

While you're shaving, the alarm clock goes off.
Your wife opens her eyes.
She looks at the time, turns it off.
She gets up, from her side of the bed.
We each have our own side of the bed.

We each have our own side in everything.
You feel her leaving the room, heading to the kitchen.
The upstairs neighbor turned on their record player.
You finish shaving.
And you wipe the little cuts with toilet paper that sticks to your skin.
You put on deodorant, "24 hours of constant protection."
A little aftershave.

Your face stings.
You leave the bathroom.
You step in the dog's pee again.
You curse him out loud.
Your wife, from the kitchen, asks what's wrong.

You explain to her, yelling, why you don't want another dog in the house.
While you dry your foot with the wet towel that says Disneyland.
She appears and silently dries the puddle of pee.

You go to the closet and get the clothes you're going to wear.
You look at the clock.
You smell the coffee.
You get dressed, you can't find your belt.

You tie your tie twice because the first time
The back part was longer than the front.
You go to the kitchen.
Your wife has already made your breakfast.
You talk to her again about the dog.
She, without answering you, reminds you that the electricity bill and the kids' school tuition need to be paid.

You hang your jacket on the back of a chair and sit down at the kitchen table.
Your wife turns on the radio.
They're broadcasting the news.
While you listen, you dip your bread in your coffee, like your dad taught you when you were a kid.

The phone rings.
Your wife answers it.
It's for you, from the office.
Today's the day they're going to arrest the guy.

A car is coming to pick you up.
Wait for it downstairs.
You hang up the phone.
You go to your room.
You open the second drawer of the closet, your drawer.

You take out your notebook and sunglasses.
You go to the bed, lift the mattress, and take out your revolver.
You go to the kitchen, grab your jacket, and put everything in the inside pocket.

Your wife watches you.
You give her a kiss in the air, next to her cheek, that she doesn't return, or does she?
You open the door and go down the wooden stairs, skipping steps two at a time.
You reach the street.
You see the garbage truck picking up the trash.
It's still dark, but it smells like morning, man.