Текст и перевод песни Joaquín Sabina & Viceversa - Que Demasiao (Directo)

Que Demasiao (Directo)

Macarra de ceñido pantalón,
Pandillero tatuado y suburvial,
Hijo de la derrota y el alcohol,
Sobrino del dolor,
Primo hermano de la necesidad
Tuviste por escuela una prisión,
Por maestra una mesa de billar.
Te lo montas de guapo y de matón,
De golfo y de ladrón,
Y de darle al Canuto cantidad.
Aún no tienes años pa' votar
Y ya pasas del rollo de vivir,
Chorizo y delincuente habitual
Contra la propiedad
De los que no te dejan elegir.
Si al fondo del obscuro callejón
Un Bugatti te come la moral
Apunta de navaja y empujón
El coche vacilón
Va cambiando de dueño y de lugar
Que no se mueva nadie haz ordenado
Iban ya quince atracos en un mes
Tu vieja apura el el vino que has mercao
Y nunca ha preguntao
¿De dónde sale todo este parné?
La pasma va pisandote el talón
Hay bronca por dónde quiera que vas
Las chavalas del barrio sueñan con
Roberte el corazón
Si el sábado la llevas a bailar
(Esa guitarrita)
Una noche que andabas desarmao
La muerte en una esquina te esperó
Te pegaron seis tiros descaraos
Y luego desangrao
Te ingresaron en el Piramidón
Pero antes de palmarla se te oyó
Decir "que demasiao
De está me sacan en televisión"

Too Much (Live)

You flashy tight-pants punk,
Tattooed hoodlum of the suburbs,
Son of defeat and alcohol,
Nephew of pain,
First cousin of misery,
Your school was a prison,
Your teacher a pool table.
You play the pretty boy and the bully,
The criminal and the thief,
And you can smoke a lot of weed.
You're not old enough to vote yet
And you're already bored with life,
A habitual criminal and thief
Against the property
Of those who don't let you choose.
If a Bugatti in a dark alley
Makes you lose your mind,
With a flick of your knife and a shove,
The flashy car
Changes hands and homes.
Don't anybody move, you ordered.
It was already 15 robberies in a month.
Your old lady finishes the wine you bought,
And she never asked,
Where does all this money come from?
The cops are on your tail,
There's trouble wherever you go.
The girls in the neighborhood dream of
Roberto stealing their hearts.
If you take her dancing on Saturday
(That little guitar)
One night when you were unarmed,
Death waited for you on a corner.
They shot you six times in the face
And then, bleeding to death,
They admitted you to Piramidón
But before you died, you were heard
Saying "that's too much
They'll put me on TV."