De piratas - Cafe Quijano

Sé que hubieras querido ser pirata,

Para la mitad de las cosas no ver,

Y aparte de la pata, el corazón de madera también,

Para no sentir, para no parecer.

Nacistes como tantas otras un dia diez,

Un mes de abril sin lluvia del setenta y tres,

Las cinco de la tarde, taurina hasta para nacer.

Muleta, espada y tiento luces para triunfar,

Faenas con empaque sin poder sospechar

Que un día tu vida se torna de calma en cruel tempestad.

Galera bucanera que te puso a remar,

Así cuentas la historia de tu error marital;

Entre rones y banderas que dibujan calaveras,

La galera viento en popa a toda vela va.

Galera bucanera que te puso a remar,

Así cuentas la historia de tu error marital;

Entre rones y banderas que dibujan calaveras,

La galera viento en popa a toda vela va.

Te duermes en laureles en el noventa y tres,

Altar de barrio, traje largo, que bien te ves,

Con sólo veinte años, tan niña, de niña a pobre mujer.

Remaste entre tormentas, te dejaste la piel,

Te tuvo condenada a cinco años y un mes,

Maldices sus olores a rones, la tiera prometida se fue.

Galera bucanera que te puso a remar,

Así cuentas la historia de tu error marital;

Entre rones y banderas que dibujan calaveras,

La galera viento en popa a toda vela va.

Galera bucanera que te puso a remar,

Así cuentas la historia de tu error marital;

Entre rones y banderas que dibujan calaveras,

La galera viento en popa a toda vela va

I know you would have wanted to be a pirate,

For half of the things not to see,

And apart from the leg, the wooden heart too,

Not to feel, not to seem.

You were born like so many others one day ten,

A month of April without rain of seventy-three,

Five in the afternoon, bullfighting even to be born.

Crutch, sword and light touch to succeed,

Tasks with packaging without being able to suspect

That one day your life turns from calm into a cruel storm.

Buccaneer galley that put you to row,

This is how you tell the story of your marital error;

Between rums and flags that draw skulls,

The galley astern under full sail goes.

Buccaneer galley that put you to row,

This is how you tell the story of your marital error;

Between rums and flags that draw skulls,

The galley astern under full sail goes.

You rest on laurels in ninety-three,

Neighborhood altar, long suit, how good you look,

Only twenty years old, so young, from a child to a poor woman.

You rowed between storms, you left your skin,

He had you sentenced to five years and one month,

You curse her smell of rums, the promised land is gone.

Buccaneer galley that put you to row,

This is how you tell the story of your marital error;

Between rums and flags that draw skulls,

The galley astern under full sail goes.

Buccaneer galley that put you to row,

This is how you tell the story of your marital error;

Between rums and flags that draw skulls,

The galley astern goes full sail