Текст и перевод песни Nacha Guevara - La Balada Del Empleado Nuevo

La Balada Del Empleado Nuevo

Viene contento el nuevo
La sonrisa juntándole los labios
El lápiz "Faber" virgen y agresivo
El duro traje azul de los domingos
Decente. Un muchachito
Cada vez que se sienta piensa en las rodilleras
Murmura "Sí, señor"
Se olvida de sí mismo
Agacha la cabeza
Escribe sin borrones
Escribe hasta las siete menos cinco
Sólo entonces suspira
Y es un lindo suspiro
De modorra feliz
De cansancio tranquilo
Claro, uno ya lo sabe
Se agacha demasiado
Dentro de veinte años
Quizá de veinticinco
No podrá enderezarse
Ni será el mismo
Tendrá unos pantalones mugrientos y cilíndricos
Y un dolor en la espalda, siempre en su sitio
No dirá "Sí señor"
Dirá "Viejo podrido"
Rezará palabrotas despacito
Y dos veces al año pensará convencido
Sin creer su nostalgia ni culpar al destino
Que todo, todo, ha sido demasiado sencillo

The Ballad of the New Employee

The new kid comes in happy
His smile putting his lips together
The "Faber" pencil, unused and aggressive
The hard blue suit of the Sundays
Decent. Just a boy
Every time he sits down, he thinks of the kneepads
He whispers "Yes, sir"
He forgets about himself
He lowers his head
He writes without any smudges
He writes until five minutes to seven
Only then does he sigh
And it's a cute sigh
Of happy laziness
Of quiet tiredness
Of course, one already knows
He lowers himself too much
In twenty years
Maybe twenty-five
He won't be able to straighten up
Nor will he be the same
He'll have dirty and cylindrical pants
And a pain in his back, always in the same place
He won't say "Yes, sir"
He'll say "Rotten old man"
He'll mutter swear words slowly
And twice a year, he'll think convinced
Without believing his nostalgia or blaming fate
That everything, everything, has been too simple