Pero Que Hermosas Eran - Joaquín Sabina перевод на английский

Pero Que Hermosas Eran

Mi primera mujer era una arpía
Pero muchacho
El punto del gazpacho
Joder, sí lo tenía
Se llamaba digamos que Sofía

Un mal día
Me puso las maletas
A los pies
De la estatua de un poeta
Que esta inmortalizado
En su glorieta

Después de no se asombre
Registrar a su nombre
Mi chalet adosado
Mi visa, mi pasado
Su prisa y su futuro
Dejándome tirado
Y sin un duro

La gota que colmó damas y caballeros
El vaso de su amor
Fue de colesterol
Harto tras dos infartos
De acercarme al tercero

Al sístole y al diástole de mi corazón
Le puse un marcapasos
Que andaba con retraso
Haciendo interferencias
En la frecuencia del televisor

Desde que la perdí
Hasta hoy
Pobre de mí
Cada vez más borracho
Ruedo de mostrador
En mostrador

"Jefe, ¿tienen gazpacho?"

Pero qué hermosa era
Cuando iba de mi brazo por la acera
Ustedes me han mirado
Pedirle a ese bombón que me quisiera
No les parece que era
Pedirle demasiado

Mi segunda mujer
Era una bruja
Y yo tan mamarracho que besaba
Del suelo que pisaba
Se llamaba, digamos que Maruja

Aquel día
Volví pronto del tajo
Y en mi cama
Debajo de un idiota
Una dama en pelotas
Se lo hacía

Y yo, que nunca había
Estado en una orgía
Quitándome las botas
Me dije: "ésta es la mía"
Y tanto que lo era
La del tacón de aguja
Era Maruja

Entre ese idiota y yo cual Júpiter tronante
"Tú eliges", dije yo
Que qué me contestó
Sin dudarlo un instante
"Me voy con el idiota"

Y ustedes, que creían que el idiota era yo
Pues no
La muy pendón
Se iba y se venía
Poniéndose las botas
Con el menos idiota de los dos

¿Y saben qué les digo?
Aquel idiota y yo
Nos hicimos amigos
El día que Maruja nos dejó

(Por otro idiota)

Pero qué hermosas eran
Mi segunda mujer y la primera
Ustedes me han mirado
Pedirles, además
Que me quisieran
No les parece que era
Pedirles demasiado

Mi tercera mujer, era señores
De todos los amores que he perdido
El que más me ha dolido
¿Adivinan?
Se llamaba Dolores

Pero el día
De mi cumple, mi amorcito
Me dijo: "Aunque eres malo Joaquinito
Te traigo de regalo
Un regalito"

Con su santa inconsciencia
Se declaró en estado
Y yo, que había jurado
Morir sin descendencia
Como murió mi padre
A la futura madre
Consternado

"Hay dolores que matan" le grité dolorido
Y no se te ha ocurrido pensar que tu marido
Hubiera preferido otra corbata

Fue niña, niña pija
Ni siquiera varón
Por fin, con veinte años
Se la llevó un extraño
Y no perdí una hija
Gané un cuarto de baño
Con perdón

Sofía me aliñaba
Maruja me adornó
Ya solo me faltaba
Tomar clases de parto sin dolor
Y con Dolores

Pero qué hermosas eran las tres
Y sobre todo la tercera
Ustedes me han mirado
Pedirles además, que me quisieran
No les parece que era
Pedirles demasiado

But How Beautiful They Were

My first wife was a harpy
But boy,
The kick of the gazpacho,
Damn, she had it.
Her name was, let's say, Sophia.

One bad day
She put my suitcases
At the feet
Of a poet's statue
That's immortalized
In his little plaza.

After, don't be surprised,
Registering in her name
My semi-detached house,
My visa, my past,
Her haste and her future,
Leaving me stranded
And without a dime.

The straw that broke the camel's back, ladies and gentlemen,
The glass of her love
Was full of cholesterol.
Fed up after two heart attacks,
I was getting close to the third.

To the systole and diastole of my heart
I put a pacemaker
That was running slow
Causing interference
On the TV frequency.

Since I lost her
Until today
Poor me
More and more drunk
I roll from bar
To bar.

"Boss, do you have gazpacho?"

But how beautiful she was
When she walked arm in arm with me down the sidewalk
You saw me
Ask that babe to love me
Doesn't it seem to you that it was
Asking too much?

My second wife
Was a witch
And I, such a fool, that I kissed
The ground she walked on.
Her name was, let's say, Maruja.

That day
I came home early from work
And in my bed
Underneath some idiot
A naked lady
Was doing it.

And I, who had never been
In an orgy
Taking off my boots
I said to myself: "This is my kind of thing"
And it really was
The one with the stiletto heel
Was Maruja.

Between that idiot and me, like thundering Jupiter
"You choose," I said
And what did she answer?
Without hesitating for a moment
"I'm going with the idiot."

And you, who thought the idiot was me
Well, no
That little tramp
Was coming and going
Putting on her boots
With the less idiotic of the two.

And you know what I'm telling you?
That idiot and I
Became friends
The day Maruja left us.

(For another idiot)

But how beautiful they were
My second wife and the first
You saw me
Ask them, besides
To love me
Doesn't it seem to you that it was
Asking too much?

My third wife, gentlemen, was
Of all the loves I've lost
The one that hurt me the most
Can you guess?
Her name was Dolores (Pains).

But the day
Of my birthday, my sweetheart
Told me: "Even though you're bad, Joaquinito
I bring you a gift
A little gift"

With her holy unawareness
She declared herself pregnant
And I, who had sworn
To die without offspring
As my father died
To the future mother
Dismayed

"There are pains that kill," I shouted in pain
And it hasn't occurred to you to think that your husband
Would have preferred another tie.

It was a girl, a posh girl
Not even a boy
Finally, at twenty years old
A stranger took her away
And I didn't lose a daughter
I gained a bathroom
Excuse me.

Sophia seasoned me
Maruja adorned me
Now all I needed was
To take painless childbirth classes
With Dolores.

But how beautiful the three of them were
And especially the third
You saw me
Ask them, besides, to love me
Doesn't it seem to you that it was
Asking too much?