Текст и перевод песни Julieta Venegas - Gente Decente

Gente Decente

En la mesa
Hablábamos despacio
Comíamos en silencio
Masticamos sin hablar
En la mesa
Se ponían los cubiertos
Al lado de los platos
Con bordes nacarados
En la mesa
Había copitas de champagne
Un florero con jazmines
Servilletas de algodón
No es cierto
Estaban bordadas con hilo rojo de pasión
En la sala
Había diminutas porcelanas
Atrapadas en vitrinas
De un lindísimo cristal
De mañana
Venia la señora
Cuyo nombre no recuerdo
A orden, pulir y nuestro reino limpiar
Sacudía, abría puertas y ventanas
Entrando aire a borbotones
Alfombra en el balcón
Por cierto, como me gustaba el detergente de limón
Eramos gente delicada y prudente
De un lindo sentimiento y muy poco demostrar
A nuestra manera, éramos gente decente
Con ajena inspiración y agotada libertad
En la mesa éramos gente reservada
Dejando en los platos el resto por decir
Eramos gente delicada y prudente
De un lindo sentimiento y muy poco demostrar
A nuestra manera, éramos gente decente
Con ajena inspiración y agotada libertad

Decent People

At the table
We spoke softly
We ate in silence
We chewed without speaking
At the table
The silverware was set
Next to the plates
With pearlized edges
At the table
There were champagne glasses
A vase with jasmine
Cotton napkins
No, it's not true
They were embroidered with passionate red thread
In the living room
There were tiny porcelain pieces
Trapped in glass display cases
Of the prettiest crystal
In the mornings
The lady would come
Whose name I don't remember
To tidy up, polish and clean our kingdom
She dusted, opened doors and windows
Letting in gusts of air
A rug on the balcony
By the way, how I loved the lemon detergent
We were delicate and prudent people
Of a beautiful sentiment and very little to show
In our own way, we were decent people
With borrowed inspiration and exhausted freedom
At the table, we were reserved people
Leaving the rest of what we wanted to say on our plates
We were delicate and prudent people
Of a beautiful sentiment and very little to show
In our own way, we were decent people
With borrowed inspiration and exhausted freedom