Текст и перевод песни Joan Manuel Serrat - Algo Personal (with Calle 13)

Algo Personal (with Calle 13)

Probablemente en su pueblo se les recordará
Como cachorros de buenas personas,
Que hurtaban flores para regalar a su mamá
Y daban de comer a las palomas.
Probablemente que todo eso debe ser verdad,
Aunque es más turbio cómo y de qué manera
Llegaron esos individuos a ser lo que son
Ni a quién sirven cuando alzan las banderas.
Hombres de paja que usan la colonia y el honor
Para ocultar oscuras intenciones:
Tienen doble vida, son sicarios del mal.
Entre esos tipos y yo hay algo personal.
Rodeados de protocolo, comitiva y seguridad,
Viajan de incógnito en autos blindados
A sembrar calumnias, a mentir con naturalidad,
A colgar en las escuelas su retrato.
Se gastan más de lo que tienen en coleccionar
Espías, listas negras y arsenales;
Resulta bochornoso verles fanfarronear
A ver quién es el que la tiene más grande.
Se arman hasta los dientes en el nombre de la paz,
Juegan con cosas que no tienen repuesto
Y la culpa es del otro si algo les sale mal.
Entre esos tipos y yo hay algo personal.
Y como quien en la cosa, nada tiene que perder.
Pulsan la alarma y rompen las promesas
Y en nombre de quien no tienen el gusto de conocer
Nos ponen la pistola en la cabeza.
Se agarran de los pelos, pero para no ensuciar
Van a cagar a casa de otra gente
Y experimentan nuevos métodos de masacrar,
Sofisticados y a la vez convincentes.
No conocen ni a su padre cuando pierden el control,
Ni recuerdan que en el mundo hay niños.
Nos niegan a todos el pan y la sal.
Entre esos tipos y yo hay algo personal.
Pero, eso sí, los sicarios no pierden ocasión
De declarar públicamente su empeño
En propiciar un diálogo de franca distensión
Que les permita hallar un marco previo
Que garantice unas premisas mínimas
Que faciliten crear los resortes
Que impulsen un punto de partida sólido y capaz
De este a oeste y de sur a norte,
Donde establecer las bases de un tratado de amistad
Que contribuya a poner los cimientos
De una plataforma donde edificar
Un hermoso futuro de amor y paz.

Something Personal (with Calle 13)

Probably in their town, they will be remembered
As puppies of good people,
Who stole flowers to give to their mothers
And fed the pigeons.
Probably all of that must be true,
Although it's murkier how and in what way
Those individuals came to be what they are
Nor who they serve when they raise the flags.
Straw men who use cologne and honor
To hide dark intentions:
They have double lives, they are assassins of evil.
Between those guys and me, there's something personal.
Surrounded by protocol, entourage, and security,
They travel incognito in armored cars
To sow slander, to lie naturally,
To hang their portraits in schools.
They spend more than they have collecting
Spies, blacklists, and arsenals;
It's embarrassing to see them bragging
To see who has the biggest one.
They arm themselves to the teeth in the name of peace,
They play with things that have no replacement
And it's the other's fault if something goes wrong.
Between those guys and me, there's something personal.
And like someone who has nothing to lose,
They sound the alarm and break promises
And in the name of those they haven't the pleasure of knowing
They put the gun to our heads.
They pull each other's hair, but to avoid getting dirty
They go to shit at other people's houses
And they experiment with new methods of massacre,
Sophisticated and at the same time convincing.
They don't even know their own fathers when they lose control,
Nor do they remember that there are children in the world.
They deny us all bread and salt.
Between those guys and me, there's something personal.
But, of course, the assassins don't miss an opportunity
To publicly declare their commitment
To promote a dialogue of frank détente
That allows them to find a preliminary framework
That guarantees minimum premises
That facilitate the creation of mechanisms
That drive a solid and capable starting point
From east to west and from south to north,
Where to establish the bases of a friendship treaty
That contributes to laying the foundations
Of a platform on which to build
A beautiful future of love and peace.