Текст и перевод песни Patxi Andión - Esteban

Esteban

Entre las barracas de un ferial
Paso para Esteban un día mas,
Duerme en un rincón, está cansado
De tanto mal bailar.
Puede tener Esteban cualquier edad,
Pesa 200 kilos y no sabe bailar,
Pero sin duda es algo digno
De exhibirse en un ferial.
Baila Esteban, baila
Que está noche hay que cenar,
Baila Esteban, baila
Que por verte pagarán,
Y con lo que recaudes, quizás mañana
Almorzarás.
Allí hay un seco mendigo, rénego del sol,
Se le comieron sus años junto al barracón,
Esteban salió, miró su cuerpo,
Y se marchó.
Duerme en su cama de abulla con sueños de pan
Y se calló hasta el silencio de oirle callar,
Solo abruma son sus pensamientos,
Su eterno estár.
Baila Esteban, baila
Que está noche hay que cenar,
Baila Esteban, baila
Que por verte pagarán,
Y con lo que recaudes, quizás mañana
Almorzarás.
Esteban una noche se va a morir,
Y todos en su epitafio tendrán que mentir,
Todos se dirán: Se ha muerto Esteban...
¡Que bien bailaba!
Baila Esteban, baila
Que está noche hay que cenar,
Baila Esteban, baila
Que por verte pagarán,
Y con lo que recaudes, quizás mañana
Tus flores comprarán.

Esteban

Amidst the sideshow's modest tents,
Stands Esteban, day by day he spends,
In a corner he sleeps, his body spent,
From dancing every day.
Esteban could be any age,
He weighs 200 kilos and cannot manage,
But without a doubt, he's something rare,
A sight to showcase at a fair.
Dance Esteban, dance!
Tonight we need to dine,
Dance Esteban, dance!
People will pay to watch you shine,
And with the money you collect, perhaps tomorrow
You'll have lunch in time.
Over there, a beggar parched and dry,
His years have been wasted by the shadow of the tent,
Esteban emerged, glanced at his own frame,
And turned away.
He sleeps in his straw bed with dreams of bread
And the silence is deafening as he lies in bed,
His only burden is his thoughts,
His endless existence.
Dance Esteban, dance!
Tonight we need to dine,
Dance Esteban, dance!
People will pay to watch you shine,
And with the money you collect, perhaps tomorrow
You'll have lunch in time.
Esteban will die one night,
And everyone will have to lie on his tombstone,
Everyone will say: Esteban has died...
What a great dancer!
Dance Esteban, dance!
Tonight we need to dine,
Dance Esteban, dance!
People will pay to watch you shine,
And with the money you collect, perhaps tomorrow
They will buy your flowers.