Joan Manuel Serrat — Princesa song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Princesa" by Joan Manuel Serrat.
Lyrics
Tú no, princesa, tú no.
Tú eres distinta.
No eres como las demás
chicas del barrio.
Así los hombres te miran
como te miran.
Así murmura envidioso
el vecindario.
Tú no, princesa, tú no.
Tú eres la rosa
que fue a nacer entre cardos
como revancha
a un arrabal despiadado
en donde el día
se ocupa de echar por tierra
toda esperanza.
Tú no has de ver consumida,
cómo la vida
pasó de largo,
maltratada y mal querida,
sin ver cumplida
ni una promesa,
le dice mientras
cepilla el pelo
de su princesa.
Tú no, princesa, tú no.
Tú no has nacido
para pasar las fatigas
que yo pasé
sacándole el dobladillo
a un miserable
salario que no alcanza
a fin de mes.
Tú no, princesa, tú no.
Por Dios lo juro:
tú no andarás de rodillas
fregando pisos,
no acabarás hecha un zarrio
como tu madre,
cansada de quitar mierda
y de parir hijos.
Tú saldrás de esta cochambre
de muertos de hambre.
Ya me imagino
la cara de las vecinas
cuando aparezcas
en limusina
a por esta vieja
le dice mientras
cepilla el pelo
de su princesa.
Tú no, princesa, tú no:
Vuelve temprano…
Y la sigue un paso atrás
hasta la calle,
planchándole con la palma
de la mano
una arruga que el vestido
le hace en el talle.
Y, como quien ve a la Virgen
subir al cielo,
la ve alejarse
camino a su primer casting
para un anuncio
en televisión.
La nena vale,
la nena estudia
danza moderna
y declamación.
Lyrics translation
Not you, princess, not you.
You're different.
You're not like the others.
neighborhood girls.
That's how men look at you
the way they look at you.
So he murmurs envious
neighborhood.
Not you, princess, not you.
You're the Rose
who was born among thistles
as revenge
to a ruthless suburb
where the day
takes care of grounding
all hope.
You shall not see consumed,
how life
it's long gone.,
mistreated and badly loved,
not seen fulfilled
not a promise,
he tells her while
brush your hair
your princess.
Not you, princess, not you.
You're not born.
to pass the fatigue
that I passed
pulling out the hem
to a wretch
salary that does not reach
end of month.
Not you, princess, not you.
By God I swear:
you will not walk on your knees
scrubbing floors,
you won't end up making a fool of yourself.
like your mother,
tired of taking out shit
and to bear children.
You'll get out of this mess.
starving.
I can imagine
the face of the neighbors
when you show up
in limo
get this old lady
he tells her while
brush your hair
your princess.
Not you, princess, not you:
Come back early…
And he takes it a step back
to the street,
ironing with the palm
hand
a wrinkle that dress
it makes him in the waist.
And, as one who sees the Virgin
climb to the sky,
you see her walk away
way to your first casting
for an ad
on TV.
The baby is okay,
the girl studies
modern dance
and declamation.