Текст и перевод песни Joaquín Sabina - Viridiana

Viridiana

En Tijuana, tres noches por semana
Se trabajaba en México la nuit
"¿Qui' hubo, señor? Me llamo Viridiana
Y me apellido veinticinco mil"
Yo no buscaba amores mercenarios
Y ella no era la venus de Buñuel
Pero el tequila de los solitarios
Sabe mejor contigo, mademoiselle
Y dos rondas más tarde la besaba
Y tres besos después me convenció
Y en un meublé por horas que alquilaba
Ahorita les diré lo que pasó
Tantas cosas me dió que no me daban
Tantas caricias casi de verdad
Que a mí se me olvidó que trabajaba
Y ella no se acordó de trabajar
Por eso, sin faltar una semana
Cuando me ven entrar al cabaré
Los mariachis, mirando a Viridiana
Le cantan "Y volver, volver, volver"
Y volver, volver, volver (Y volver, volver, volver)
A mis brazos, otra vez
Y que vivan las madres
Y, aunque en mi cumpleaños dé una cena
Y no vengan mis hijos a cenar
Con ella cada noche es Nochebuena
Y nunca se termina el carnaval
Porque no hay bajo la luna mexicana
Mejor menú para un perro andaluz
Ni manos que hagan como Viridiana
La tarta de manzana de amour fou
Con el corrido de la bella Malinche
Y el pinche gachupín
¡Qué viva México la nuit! (Viva Vridiana)
Merci

Viridiana

In Tijuana, three nights a week
You worked in Mexico City by night
"How are you, sir? My name is Viridiana
And my last name is twenty-five thousand"
I wasn't looking for mercenary love
And she wasn't Buñ;uel's Venus
But the tequila of the lonely ones
Tastes better with you, mademoiselle
And two rounds later I kissed her
And three kisses later she convinced me
And in a rented hourly hotel room
I'll tell you what happened right now
She gave me so many things that they didn't give me
So many caresses almost real
That I forgot I was working
And she forgot to work
That's why, without fail, every week
When they see me enter the cabaret
The mariachis, looking at Viridiana
They sing to her "Y volver, volver, volver"
And come back, come back, come back (And come back, come back, come back)
To my arms, again
And long live the mothers
And even though I have a dinner on my birthday
And my children don't come to dinner
With her every night is Christmas Eve
And the carnival never ends
Because there is no better menu under the Mexican moon
For an Andalusian dog
Nor are there hands that make like Viridiana
The apple pie of amour fou
With the corrido of the beautiful Malinche
And the stupid gachupín
Long live Mexico la nuit! (Viva Vridiana)
Thank you