Текст и перевод песни Joan Manuel Serrat feat. Ricardo Miralles - Disculpe el Señor (with Ricardo Miralles)

Disculpe el Señor (with Ricardo Miralles)

Disculpe el señor,
Si le interrumpo pero en el recibidor
Hay un par de pobres
Que preguntan insistentemente por usted.
No piden limosna, no, ni venden alfombras de lana,
Tampoco elefantes de ebáno,
Son pobres que no tienen nada de nada.
No entendí muy bien si "nada que vender"
O "nada que perder",
Pero por lo que parece
Tiene usted alguna cosa que les pertenece.
¿Quiere que les diga que el señor salió?,
¿Que vuelvan mañana en horas de visita?,
¿O, mejor les digo como el señor dice:
"Santa Rita... lo que se da no se quita"...?
...se nos llenó de pobres el recibidor,
Y no paran de llegar desde la retaguardia,
Por tierra y por mar.
Y como el señor dice que salio
Y tratándose de una urgencia
Me han pedido que les indique yo
Por dónde se va a la despensa,
Y que Dios se lo pagará.
¿Me da las llaves o los echo?
Usted verá que mientras estamos hablando
Llegan más y más pobres,
Y siguen llegando.
¿Quiere usted que llame a un guardia y que revise
Si tienen en regla sus papeles de pobre...?
¿"Bien me quieres, bien te quiero,
No me toques el dinero...?
...pero este asunto va de mal en peor.
Vienen ya millones
Y curiosamente vienen todos hacia aquí.
Traté de contenerles pero,
Ya ve, han dado con su paradero.
Estos son los pobres de los que le hablé,
Le dejo con los caballeros y entiéndase usted.
Si no manda otra cosa me retiraré,
Si me necesita, llame.
Que Dios le inspire o que Dios le ampare,
Que ésos no se han enterado
Que Carlos Marx está muerto y enterrado...

Excuse Me, Sir (with Ricardo Miralles)

Excuse me, sir,
If I'm interrupting you, but in the foyer
There are a couple of poor people
Who are asking insistently for you.
They're not asking for alms, or selling wool rugs,
Or ebony elephants either,
They're poor people who have nothing of nothing.
I didn't quite understand if they had "nothing to sell"
Or "nothing to lose,"
But from the way it seems
You have something that belongs to them.
Do you want me to tell them that you've gone out?
That they should come back tomorrow during visiting hours?
Or, should I tell them like you always say:
"Saint Rita... what is given, is not taken back"...?
...the foyer has filled up with poor people,
And they keep arriving from the rear,
By land and by sea.
And since you say you're out
And since this is an emergency
They've asked me to show them
How to get to the pantry,
And that God will repay you.
Will you give me the keys or should I throw them out?
You'll see that while we're talking
More and more poor people are arriving,
And they keep coming.
Do you want me to call a guard and ask him to check
If they have their poor person's papers in order...?
"'I love you, you love me,
Don't touch my money...?
...but this situation is going from bad to worse.
There are already millions of them coming
And curiously they are all coming here.
I tried to hold them back, but,
You see, they found out where you live.
These are the poor people I was telling you about,
I'll leave you with the gentlemen and let you deal with it.
If you don't need anything else, I'll be going,
If you need me, just call.
May God inspire you or may God protect you,
Because they haven't heard that
Karl Marx is dead and buried...