Текст и перевод песни Ana Belén - De Esquina a Esquina

De Esquina a Esquina

De esquina a esquina, de orilla a orilla
Se perseguían por las ciudades
Sobre la gente, por las cornisas
Era el pan nuestro de cada día
A cal y canto, por los barrancos
A pleno grito como una campana que pidiera auxilio...

El la llamaba, mas presentía
Que había otro hombre en medio de su vida
Se golpeaban, les separaban
Y al otro día no pasaba nada
Tenían amigos, que les leían
Aquellas cartas que algún conocido les escribiría

Nunca pusieron ninguna vela a santa Lucía
Ni una novena aunque la esperanza estaba consumida
Porque los días fueron llenando con la bebida
Atrás quedó su juventud, cuando aún podían esperar
Nunca pusieron ninguna vela a santa Lucía

Eran violentos, en sus encuentros
Cuando no había nadie cerca de ellos
Con los bastones, con puños luego
Mientras se insultan a cara de perro
Se acuchillaron, medio borrachos
Después de haber tomado una ración de gambas mano a mano

Nunca pusieron ninguna vela a santa Lucía
Ni una novena aunque la esperanza estaba consumida
Porque los días fueron llenando con la bebida
Atrás quedó su juventud, cuando aún podían esperar

Nunca pusieron ninguna vela a santa Lucía
Nunca pusieron ninguna vela a santa Lucía
Nunca pusieron ninguna vela a santa Lucía...

From Corner to Corner

From corner to corner, from shore to shore
They chased each other through the cities
Over the people, along the cornices
It was our daily bread
In the streets and alleys, along the cliffs
With all their might, like a bell begging for help...

He called her, but he sensed
That there was another man in the middle of her life
They hit each other, they were separated
And the next day, nothing happened
They had friends who read to them
Those letters that some acquaintance would write to them

They never lit a candle for Saint Lucy
Not even a novena, although hope was gone
Because the days were filled with drink
Their youth was behind them, when they could still hope
They never lit a candle for Saint Lucy

They were violent, in their encounters
When no one was near them
With canes, then with fists
As they insulted each other to their faces
They stabbed each other, half drunk
After having a portion of prawns hand in hand

They never lit a candle for Saint Lucy
Not even a novena, although hope was gone
Because the days were filled with drink
Their youth was behind them, when they could still hope

They never lit a candle for Saint Lucy
They never lit a candle for Saint Lucy
They never lit a candle for Saint Lucy...