Текст и перевод песни Joaquín Sabina & Viceversa - Que Demasio

Que Demasio

Macarra de ceñido pantalón
Pandillero tatuado y suburbial,
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 oscuro callejón
Un Bugatti te come la moral.
A punta de navaja y empujón
El coche vacilón
Va cambiando de dueño y de lugar.
Que no se mueva nadie -has ordenao-
Y van ya quince atracos en un mes.
Tu vieja apura el vino que has mercao
Y nunca ha preguntao:
¿De dónde sale todo este parné?
La pasma va pisándote el talón,
Hay bronca por donde quiera que vas,
Las chavalas del barrio sueñan con
Robarte el corazón
Si el sábado las llevas a bailar.
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 esta me sacan en televisión".

Too Much

Hoodlum in tight trousers
Tattooed and suburban gang member,
Son of defeat and alcohol,
Nephew of pain,
First cousin of necessity.
Your school was a prison,
Your teacher a pool table,
You pose as handsome and tough,
A rascal and a thief,
And a big pot smoker.
You're not even old enough to vote
And you're already bored with life.
Habitual petty crook
Against the property
Of those who won't let you choose.
If a Bugatti eats your spirit
In the depths of a dark alley,
With a flick of a knife and a shove,
The flashy car
Changes owner and location.
Nobody move - you've ordered
And that's fifteen robberies in a month.
Your old lady gulps the wine you've bought
And has never asked:
Where did all this dough come from?
The cops are hot on your heels,
There's trouble wherever you go,
The girls in the neighborhood dream of
Stealing your heart
If you take them dancing on Saturday.
One night when you were unarmed
Death was waiting for you on a corner,
They shot you six times in the face
And then, bleeding
You were admitted to the pyramidion.
But before you died, you were heard
To say: "Too much,
They're going to put me on TV for this."