Текст и перевод песни Joan Manuel Serrat - Princesa (Remasterizado)

Princesa (Remasterizado)

Tú no, princesa, tú no.
Tú eres distinta.
No eres como las demás chicas del barrio.
Así los hombres te miran como te miran.
Así murmura envidioso el vecindario.
Tú no, princesa, tú no.
Tú eres la rosa
Que fue a nacer entre cardos
Como revancha
A un arrabal despiadado
En donde el día
Se ocupa de echar por tierra toda esperanza.
Tú no has de ver consumida,
Cómo la vida pasó de largo,
Maltratada y mal querida,
Sin ver cumplida ni una promesa,
Le dice mientras cepilla el pelo de su princesa.
Tú no, princesa, tú no.
Tú no has nacido
Para pasar las fatigas que yo pasé
Sacándole el dobladillo a un miserable
Salario que no alcanza a fin de mes.
Tú no, princesa, tú no.
Por Dios lo juro:
Tú no andarás de rodillas fregando pisos,
No acabarás hecha un zarrio
Como tu madre, cansada de quitar mierda y de parir hijos.
Tú saldrás de esta cochambre de muertos de hambre.
Ya me imagino
La cara de las vecinas cuando aparezcas en limusina
A por esta vieja le dice mientras cepilla el pelo de su princesa.
Tú no, princesa, tú no:
Vuelve temprano...
Y la sigue un paso atrás hasta la calle,
Planchándole con la palma de la mano
Una arruga que el vestido le hace en el talle.
Y, como quien ve a la Virgen subir al cielo, la ve alejarse
Camino a su primer casting para un anuncio en televisión.
La nena vale, la nena estudia danza moderna y declamación.

Princess (Remastered)

Not you, Princess, not you.
You are different.
You are not like the other girls in the neighborhood.
That's why the men look at you the way they do.
That's why the envious neighborhood whispers.
Not you, Princess, not you.
You are the rose
That was born among thistles
As revenge
To a ruthless neighborhood
Where the day
Is spent destroying all hope.
You must not see consumed,
How life passed you by,
Abused and unloved,
Without a single promise fulfilled,
He says while brushing his princess' hair.
Not you, Princess, not you.
You were not born
To suffer the hardships that I suffered
Hemming the miserable
Salary that does not reach the end of the month.
Not you, Princess, not you.
By God I swear:
You will not crawl on your knees scrubbing floors,
You will not end up a wreck
Like your mother, tired of cleaning up shit and giving birth to children.
You will get out of this pigsty of starving people.
I can already imagine
The faces of the neighbors when you show up in a limousine
For this old woman he says while brushing his princess' hair.
Not you, Princess, not you:
Come back early...
And he follows her one step behind to the street,
Ironing out with the palm of his hand
A wrinkle that the dress makes in her waist.
And, like someone watching the Virgin ascend to heaven, he watches her walk away
On her way to her first casting for a television commercial.
The girl is good, the girl studies modern dance and declamation.