Текст и перевод песни Jabier Muguruza - Yessica

Yessica

Autoa espaloi ondoan gelditu da
Eta Yessica irten da lehenengo,
Beltzaran, exotiko, polita, ez argalegia
Ilea atzera bilduta, ezpain lodiak, galtza estuak
Txamarra alaia beroa baino areago.
Karpeta bat ezkerreko besoan,
Zorro beltz bat sorbaldatik zintzilik.

Ez du hitz egiten, ez du hitz egiten
Ez du irribarre egiten.

Gizon bat atera da gero gidariaren aldetik
Eta autoa itxi du, urrutiratu ahala. Pip.
Yessicaren parera iritsi da, isilik
Inguruan fabrikak eta pabiloiak
Horietako batera doaz biak,
Elkarren ondoan, gizona eta neska,
"Oficina" jartzen duen ate baterantz.

Ez du hitz egiten...

Gizona zaharragoa, hirurogei-bat urte,
Hemengo gizon gehienen tankerako janzkera
Adin horretako gizon gehienena.
Praka grisak. Esku biak sakeletan.
Ezkerrekoa eta eskuinekoa, biak.
Eskuinekoa: orain gutxi, Yessicaren belaunean
Egon den eskuineko esku hori bera.

Ez du hitz egiten...

Orain dela gutxi, zenbait minutuz,
Minutu gehiegiz, neskarentzat gehiegiz,
Hiritik ateratzen ari zirela,
Industrialde honetarantz zetozela
Autoan biak, elkarren ondoan
Gizona hizketan, Yessica isilik
Gizonaren eskua neskaren belaunean

Ez du hitz egiten...

Ea zer esaten diguten fabrika honetan,
Ea ordaintzen diguten behingoz,
Ez daude erraz gauzak hemen, badakizu.
A ze zortea zuk, gurean lanean -hatzak estuxeago
Yessicaren belaun-gain epelean-
Ez kezkatu baina, ondo moldatzen bagara:
Nik beti beharko dut idazkariren bat

Ez du hitz egiten...

Yessica

The car finally stopped on the side
And Yessica was the first to exit,
A Black beauty, exotic, pretty, not too thin
Her hair tied back, plump lips, tight pants
A funky jacket that was more cozy than warm.
A folder in her left arm,
A black purse hanging from her shoulder.

She doesn't talk, she doesn't talk
She doesn't smile.

A man then got out from the driver's side
And locked the car, as it drove away. Beep.
He came to Yessica's side, silently
Factories and warehouses were all around
They both walked toward one of them,
Next to each other, the man and the girl,
To a door that said "Office."

She doesn't talk...

The man was older, around sixty-one
Dressed like most of the men here
Most men of that age.
Gray pants. Both hands in his pockets.
Left and right, both.
The right one was recently on Yessica's knee
That same right hand.

She doesn't talk...

A short while ago, for many minutes,
Too many for the girl,
As they were leaving the city,
Heading toward this industrial area
Both of them in the car, next to each other
The man talking, Yessica silent
The man's hand on the girl's knee

She doesn't talk...

Let's see what they tell us at this factory,
Let's see if they finally pay us,
Things aren't easy here, you know.
Oh, how lucky you are to be working with us -a tighter squeeze
Of his fingers on Yessica's smooth knee-
But don't worry, if we get along well:
I'll always need a secretary

She doesn't talk...