Текст и перевод песни Joaquin Sabina feat. Viceversa - El Joven Aprendiz de Pintor - Directo

El Joven Aprendiz de Pintor - Directo

El joven aprendiz de pintor que ayer mismo
Juraba que mis cuadros eran su catecismo
Hoy, como ve que el público empieza a hacerme caso,
Ya no dice que pinto tan bien como Picaso.
En cambio la vecina que jamás saludaba
Cada vez que el azar o el ascensor nos juntaba
Vino ayer a decirme que mi última novela
La excita más que todo Camilo José Cela.
¿Y qué decir del manager audaz y decidido
Que no me recibió, que siempre estaba reunido?
Hoy, moviendo la cola, se acercó como un perro
A pedir que le diéramos vela en este entierro
Y yo le dije: no,
No, no, no, no, no, no
Ya está marchita
La margarita
Que en el pasado he deshojado yo.
El torpe maletilla que hasta ayer afirmaba,
Que con las banderillas nadie me aventajaba,
Ahora que corto orejas y aplauden los del siete
Ya no dice que cinto tan bien como Antoñete.
La propia Caballé que me negó sus favores,
La dive que pasaba tanto de cantautores
Llamó para decirme: "Estoy en deuda contigo,
Mola más tu Madrid que el aranjuez de Rodrigo."
¿Y qué decir del crítico que indignado me acusa
De jugar demasiado a la ruleta rusa?
Si no hubiera arriesgado tal vez me acusaría
De quedarme colgado en calle Melancolía
Y eso sí que no,
No, no, no, no, no, no,
Ya está marchita
La margarita
Que en el pasado he desojado yo.

Young Apprentice Painter - Live

The young apprentice painter who yesterday
Swore that my paintings were his catechism
Today, as he sees that the public is beginning to pay attention to me,
No longer says that I paint as well as Picasso.
On the other hand, the neighbor who never greeted me
Whenever chance or the elevator brought us together
Came yesterday to tell me that my latest novel
Excited her more than anything Camilo José Cela.
And what about the bold and determined manager
Who didn't receive me, who was always in a meeting?
Today, wagging his tail, he approached like a dog
To ask that we give him a candle in this funeral
And I said: no,
No, no, no, no, no
It's already wilted
The daisy
That in the past I have plucked.
The clumsy bullfighting apprentice who until yesterday claimed,
That no one surpassed me with the banderillas,
Now that I cut ears and the audience in the seventh row applauds
No longer says that I fight as well as Antoñete.
Caballé herself who denied me her favors,
The diva who passed by so many songwriters
Called to tell me: "I am in debt to you,
Your Madrid is cooler than Rodrigo's Aranjuez."
And what about the critic who indignantly accuses me
Of playing Russian roulette too much?
If I hadn't taken the risk, perhaps he would accuse me
Of getting stuck on Melancholy Street
And that I won't do, no,
No, no, no, no, no,
It's already wilted
The daisy
That in the past I have plucked.