Текст и перевод песни Carmen París - En la costa suiza

En la costa suiza

En un pueblo de allá por la costa suiza,
Un viejo pescador,
Borrachín, tranquilo, sin dar la paliza
A nadie de su alrededor,
Pretendía vivir a su manera,
Que era:
Salir a pescar
Y pescar
Boquerón, calamar,
O alguna ballenita
Que también las da el mar
Y después regresar
Con la frente marchita,
Como dice el cantar
Que se suele volver.
Y vender el pescado en la lonja,
Boquerón, calamar,
Una esponja
Que también las da el mar,
Y cobrar
Lo que hubiera ganado
Al vender el pescado.
Y marcharse a gastar
Lo que hubiera cobrado,
En comer
Y en comprar
Cuanto es menester
Poseer.
E invitar a beber
Y beber hasta el anochecer.
Y arrojar lo que hubiera sobrado
Del dinero cobrado,
Arrojárselo al mar,
Devolver.
Devolverle el dinero.
Y cada amanecer
Empezar desde cero.

Pero muchos vecinos denunciáronle al pobre,
Por contaminar.
Que sus pocas monedas, sus "vertidos
De cobre",
Ponían perdidito el mar.
Y no pudo vivir a su manera,
Que era:
Salir a pescar
Y pescar
Boquerón, calamar,
O alguna ballenita
Que también las da el mar.
Y después regresar
Con la frente marchita,
Como dice el cantar
Que se debe volver.
Y vender el pescado en la lonja,
Boquerón, calamar,
Una esponja
Que también las da el mar.
Y cobrar
Lo que hubiera ganado
Al vender el pescado.
Y marcharse a gastar
Lo que hubiera cobrado,
En comer
Y en comprar
Cuanto es menester
Poseer.
E invitar a beber
Y beber hasta el anochecer.
Y arrojar lo que hubiera sobrado
Del dinero cobrado,
Arrojárselo al mar,
Devolver.
Devolverle el dinero.
Y cada amanecer
Empezar desde cero.

On the Swiss Coast

In a town over there on the Swiss coast,
An old fisherman,
Tipsy, easygoing, not bothering
Anybody around him,
Intended to live his own way,
Which was:
Going out fishing
And catching
Anchovies, squid,
Or some little whale
That the sea also gives
And then returning
With a furrowed brow,
As the song says
That it is usual to return.
And selling the fish at the market,
Anchovies, squid,
A sponge
That the sea also gives,
And collecting
What he had earned
From selling the fish.
And going off to spend
What he had collected,
On eating
And buying
As much as he needed
To have.
And inviting people to have a drink
And drinking until nightfall.
And throwing away whatever was left over
Of the money collected,
Throwing it into the sea,
Returning it.
Returning the money.
And each morning
Starting from zero.

But many neighbors denounced the poor man,
For polluting.
That his few coins, his "discharges
Of copper",
Were completely ruining the sea.
And he was unable to live his own way,
Which was:
Going out fishing
And catching
Anchovies, squid,
Or some little whale
That the sea also gives.
And then returning
With a furrowed brow,
As the song says
That one should return.
And selling the fish at the market,
Anchovies, squid,
A sponge
That the sea also gives.
And collecting
What he had earned
From selling the fish.
And going off to spend
What he had collected,
On eating
And buying
As much as he needed
To have.
And inviting people to have a drink
And drinking until nightfall.
And throwing away whatever was left over
Of the money collected,
Throwing it into the sea,
Returning it.
Returning the money.
And each morning
Starting from zero.