Текст и перевод песни Pandesousa - La Señora del Piso 9

La Señora del Piso 9

En Venezuela nacen 100 mil niños anualmente
Por embarazo
Precoz el 61 % de esas madres adolescentes
Viven en lugares pobres

Esta es la historia de una niña, que un día cerro
Los ojos, y al abrirlo se consiguió
Con un regalo de dios

Solo las 8: 00 am, mama trabaja del colegio
Te jubilaste, buen día para descubrir
Lo que ayer sospechaste y
En la noche sabrás si tu vida sera
Un desastre

Tienes un novio militar que vez
De vez en cuando, que te hace
El amor cansado y no sabe
Que esta actuando

Lo lleva martes y jueves al
Cine pero engañado así,
No se molesta tanto cuando
Le de su regalo.

Tus manos tiemblan ya sabes
Que el seria incapaz de hacerse
A cargo de un niño de la casa
Y todo lo demás

Y la señora que viene los 28 decidió
Volverse un 8, y no volver a
Visitarte mas. te vas por que a
Las 2 tienes la cita,
Imaginando que puedes tener un
Futbolista, tal vez sea una muñeca
Con tus ojos tu boquita la
Misma que toco aquel patán
Que te dejo en cita.

Tomas algo de aire, llamas a mama
Mientras practicas, aquellas frases para
Que no se engorde su vista, dices con
Descaro "mama ve comprando ropita
Estoy embarazada discúlpame
Se que no estoy lista.

Se que eres manicurista y no ganas
Suficiente también te importa
Mucho, lo que piense la gente
Quiero ser independiente por que
Así son las mujeres, por el
Padre ni preguntes, que no quiero
Que se entere.

Pasan dos meses, ya te empezaste
A cuidar trabajas de 8 a 5 y
Hasta dejaste de fumar. para
Que el bebe este sano tomas tus
Y ocultas aquel dolor, con ganas de
Tirarte al metro.

Ya tu vientre creció, eres la chica
Del momento la pena de engordar
Te hace llorar a moco suelto. de un anti-conceptivo
Nunca tuviste el concepto, tu amiga si lo sabia y
Te acompaña a hacerte un eco.

Tus 15 años ya te han quitado 4 meses,
Te emocionas tanto que hasta temes
Tener siameses. ya trabajas horas
Extras pa' mantener al campeón,
Que apareció sin querer, en una noche
De pasion.

Mama esta contenta por que, por fin
Va a ser abuela y un poco inconforme,
Tuviste que dejar la escuela,
Sigue siento tu madre en
Las malas y en las buenas y
Hasta dice que si fuera hembra
Le pondría daniela.

Ya van 7 meses y te encuentras al
Padre iluso, todo confuso y
Queriendo a tu cuerpo darle uso, pero
Pa olvidarlo, no te hizo falta cirugía,
Por que no se reporto mientras los
Senos te crecían.

Pasan los días, y empiezas a
Dormir de lado vas a la nevera
Y comer lo que sea congelado. ya no es
El niño de nadie solamente es tu
Regalo, lo alimentas con amor para
Que crezca fuerte y sano.

Pones tu mano en tu barriga, por que
Divisaste que tiene mucha energía
Ese niño que cuidaste, que si hablara
Te dijera "mamá no me asesinaste, y con
Las patadas que doy, quiero practicar
Carateca".

Hoy día esta muchacha linda
Luce tan radiante, con estrías, con
Dolores y una sonrisa gigante. lo que nunca
Le dio un hombre ahora se lo da a un bebe,
Y ese sueño que te duerme sin apagar la tv
Hace que tus ojeras ya parezcan cicatrices
Que te pares a las 3 am para que vomites,

Y te limpies con el borde de aquella
Bata gigante, ya que no tienes blue jin
Por que a todo le quedas grande.

Tu futuro es de uno, tu presente es de dos
Un nuevo plato en la mesa
Escuchas una nueva voz, que quiere
Salir al mundo, pues contigo quería
Hablar, sujentandose bien fuerte del
Cordón umbilical.

Vino a darte las gracias por aguantarlo
Estos nueve meses, que ya no
Hay dolor, que esta sano, y que no
Se estrese, ese niño que espero
Tanto para darte un diploma, por poner
Los pues en el piso y convertirte en señora.

The Lady from the 9th Floor

In Venezuela, 100,000 children are born annually
Due to teenage pregnancy.
61% of these teenage mothers
Live in poor places.

This is the story of a girl, who one day closed
Her eyes, and upon opening them, she found herself
With a gift from God.

It’s only 8:00 am, your mom is at work at the school.
You got up, good day to discover
What you suspected yesterday and
At night, you will know if your life will be
A disaster.

You have a military boyfriend that you see
From time to time, who makes love to you
Tiredly and doesn’t know
What he is doing.

He takes you to the movies
On Tuesdays and Thursdays, but deceived in this way,
He won't be too upset when
You give him his gift.

Your hands are shaking, you already know
That he would be incapable of taking
Care of a child, the house
And everything else.

And the lady who comes on the 28th decided
To turn into an 8, and never
Visit you again. You’re leaving because at
2 you have the appointment,
Imagining that you might have a
Soccer player, maybe it will be a doll
With your eyes, your little mouth, the same one that
That jerk touched
Who stood you up.

You take a breath, you call your mom
While you practice those phrases so
That her vision doesn't get blurry, you say with
Impudence "Mom, start buying baby clothes,
I'm pregnant, forgive me,
I know I'm not ready."

I know you're a manicurist and you don't earn
Enough, you also care a lot
About what people think,
I want to be independent because
That's how women are, don't even ask
About the father, because I don't want
Him to find out.

Two months go by, you’ve already started
To take care of yourself, you work from 8 to 5 and
You even quit smoking. So that
The baby is healthy, you take your
And you hide that pain, wanting to
Throw yourself onto the subway tracks.

Your belly has grown, you're the
Girl of the moment, the shame of gaining weight
Makes you cry your eyes out. You never
Understood the concept of contraception, your friend knew it and
Goes with you to get an ultrasound.

Your 15 years have already taken 4 months from you,
You get so emotional that you even fear
Having Siamese twins. You’re already working
Extra hours to support the champion,
Who appeared unintentionally, on a night
Of passion.

Mom is happy because, finally,
She's going to be a grandmother, and a little uncomfortable
That you had to drop out of school,
She continues to be your mother in
The bad times and the good times and
She even says that if it’s a girl,
She would name her Daniela.

It's been 7 months and you run into the
Delusional father, all confused and
Wanting to use your body, but
To forget about him, you didn't need surgery,
Because he didn’t come around while your
Breasts were growing.

Days go by, and you start
Sleeping on your side, you go to the fridge
And eat whatever is frozen. He’s no longer
Nobody’s child, he is only your
Gift, you feed him with love so that
He grows strong and healthy.

You put your hand on your belly, because
You noticed that he has a lot of energy,
That child you took care of, that if he could talk
He would tell you "Mom, you didn't kill me, and with
The kicks I give, I want to practice
Karate."

Today this beautiful girl
Looks so radiant, with stretch marks, with
Pain and a giant smile. What a man never
Gave her, she now gives to a baby,
And that dream that puts you to sleep without turning off the TV
Makes your dark circles already look like scars
That makes you stop at 3 am to vomit,

And you wipe yourself with the edge of that
Giant robe, since you don't have blue jeans
Because everything is too big for you.

Your future is for one, your present is for two,
A new plate at the table,
You hear a new voice, that wants
To go out into the world, because he wanted
To talk to you, holding on tight to the
Umbilical cord.

He came to thank you for putting up with him
These nine months, that there is no
More pain, that he is healthy, and not
To stress, that child who waited
So long to give you a diploma, for putting
Your fists on the floor and becoming a lady.