Текст и перевод песни Joan Manuel Serrat - Princesa

Princesa

Tú no. princesa,
Tú eres distinta.
No eres como las demás
Chicas del barrio
Así los hombres te mira como te miran
Así murmura el envidioso 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 ser consumida,
Como 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
Sacandole al dobladillo
A un miserable
Salario que no alcanza
A fin de mes.
Tú no, princesa. tú no:
Por Dios te lo juro
Tú no andarás de rodillas
Fregando pisos,
No acabaras 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
Planchandole 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

You are not a princess,
You are different.
You are not like the others
Girls in the neighborhood
That's why men look at you like they do
That's why the envious neighborhood gossips
Not you, princess. Not you.
You are the rose
That was born among thistles
As revenge
To a ruthless slum
Where the day
Is spent destroying all hope.
You must not be consumed,
As life
Passed you by.
Abused and unloved,
Never seeing
A single promise fulfilled
She says while brushing the hair
Of her princess.
Not you, princess, not you.
You were not born
To suffer the hardships
That I suffered
Earning a pittance
From a miserable
Wage that never lasts
Until the end of the month.
Not you, princess. Not you:
I swear to God
You will not walk on your knees
Scrubbing floors,
You will not end up a wreck
Like your mother
Tired of cleaning shit
And giving birth to children.
You will get out of this filthy
Slum of starving people
I can already imagine
The faces of the neighbors
When you appear
In a limousine
To pick up this old lady
She says while brushing the hair
Of her princess
Not you, princess, not you;
Come back early...
And she follows her a step behind to the street
Pressing out a wrinkle
With the palm
Of her hand where the dress creases her waist.
And like someone who sees the Virgin
Ascend to heaven
She watches her walk away
On her way to her first casting call
For an advertisement
On television
The girl is worth it
The girl studies
Modern dance
And elocution