Текст и перевод песни Brams - Nena de Nicaragua

Nena de Nicaragua

Estaves venent llimones
Al mercat Roberto Huembes,
Te n'hagués comprat una bossa
Si se m'hagués acudit que fer-ne.
No alçaves cinc pams de terra
I eres índia com tu sola
I semblava, quan somreies,
Que la misèria fos cosa bona.

Concentrada en el què feies,
I jo mirant-te i pensant,
Ens vam partir un plat de frijoles
Mai no n'havia gaudit tant.
Després vas desaparèixer
Entremig de la gent
Em vas fer adéu amb la maneta.
No ens veuríem mai més.

Nena de Nicaragua
Em ve al cap el teu somrís
Cada cop que veig opulència al meu país.
T'han predestinat la vida,
Sols de néixer t'has trobat
En un forat sense sortida ni menjar.

L'endemà et vaig tornar a veure,
La vida té aquestes coses,
A prop del Roberto Huembes,
Carregada de llimones.
Decidires fer un descans
I ens vam anar a fotre uns bocates
Amb ton germà que era un marrec
Que netejava sabates.

No em vaig poder endur llimones
Ni dar feina al teu germà,
Les set-betes fan
De mal embetumar.
Però aquella mirada teva
Fou el millor dels records
Que un pot portar de
L'altra punta del món.

Ara que torno a ser a casa
Mil històries se m'ocorren
Que hagués volgut explicar-te
De tot això que t'envolta.
Un mes de Juliol tos pares
Van aconseguir moltes coses
Que els hi han anat prenent
Els homes de la coca-cola.

No et refiïs dels senyors
Dels cartells electorals
Ells són els mal parits
Que et buiden el plat.
Tingues enllestida l'arma
Sàpigues quan cal dir prou
Que aviat, un dia, tot
Començarà de nou.

Nena de Nicaragua
Tornaré per celebrar
Amb tu que, per fi, aquest malson ja s'acabat.
Brindarem, puny enlaire,
I beurem gotets de rom
Amb rodanxes de llimona i glaçons

Girl from Nicaragua

You were selling lemons
At the Roberto Huembes market,
I would have bought you a bag
If I knew what to do with it.
You barely reach 5 feet off the ground
And you're an Indian, like yourself
And it seemed, when you smiled
That misery was a good thing.

Concentrated on what you were doing
And I look at you and think
We shared a dish of beans
I had never enjoyed it so much.
Then you disappeared
In the midst of the people
You waved goodbye with your hand
We would never see each other again.

Girl from Nicaragua
Your smile comes to mind
Every time I see opulence in my country.
Life is predestined for you
When you were born you only found yourself
In a hole with no exit or food.

The next day I saw you again
Life has these things,
Near Roberto Huembes
Loaded with lemons.
You decided to take a break
And we went to get some sandwiches
With your brother who was a brat
Who cleaned shoes.

I could not take any lemons
Or give your brother a job
The seven-bets are
Difficult to mislead.
But that look of yours,
Was the best memory
That one can bring from
The other end of the world.

Now that I'm back home
A thousand stories come to mind
That I would have liked to tell you
About everything that surrounds you.
One month of July your parents
Achieved many things
Which have been taken away
The Coca-Cola men.

Don't trust gentlemen
From the electoral posters
They are the bastards
That empty your plate.
Have your weapon ready
Know when to say enough
Suddenly one day everything
Began again.

Girl from Nicaragua
I'll be back to celebrate
With you that this nightmare is finally over.
We will make a toast, fists raised,
And we will drink sips of rum
With lemon slices and ice