Joaquin Sabina — !Al Ladron, Al Ladron¡ song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "!Al Ladron, Al Ladron¡" by Joaquin Sabina.
Lyrics
Parece, por lo que dicen,
que sigues preparando oposiciones a Carabanchel;
ayer, tu nieta de quince
vio como te sacaban a empujones de un cabaret.
Parece
que no eres más aquel carterista
de guante blanco y alma de artista??¦
los buenos tiempos no han de volver,
me han dicho
que con la artrosis de los nudillos
se te resiste más de un bolsillo,
que ya ni cumples con la mujer,
me han dicho
que cada bolso es una odisea,
que una señora en una pelea
te ha puesto un ojo a la virulé.
Túque tenías la más exclusiva clientela,
en cada golpe dejabas tu sello de autor;
mientras a salvo reías y contabas las pelas
alguien pasaba gritando ???¡al ladrón, al ladrón…
¡Si no fuera por los pocos
que, haciéndose los locos, apuntalan tu dignidad??¦!
fingiendo que no se enteran
te dejan que les guindes la cartera, para cenar.
Me han dicho
que te revienta que los chavales
olviden que los buenos modales
son esenciales para robar;
túsabes
que para hacer una buena caja
no necesita usar la navaja
un verdadero profesional,
túsiempre
mimaste al pobre a costa del rico;
lo que era un arte -¡mierda de pico!-
estáempezando a degenerar.
Túque tenías la más exclusiva clientela,
en cada golpe dejabas tu sello de autor;
mientras a salvo reías y contabas las pelas
alguien pasaba gritando ???¡al ladrón, al ladrón…
Lyrics translation
It seems, from what they say,
that you keep preparing oppositions to Carabanchel;
yesterday, your fifteen-year-old granddaughter
he saw you being pushed out of a cabaret.
Seem
that you're not that pickpocket anymore
white glove and artist's soul??¦
good times don't come back,
I've been told
than with arthrosis of the knuckles
you resist more than one pocket,
that you don't even meet the woman anymore,
I've been told
that every bag is an odyssey,
that a lady in a fight
he's got an eye on the virulé.
You had the most exclusive clientele,
at every stroke you left your stamp of authorship;
while safely laughing and counting hairs
did someone pass by screaming ???to the thief, to the thief…
If not for the few
what, by acting crazy, underpin your dignity??¦!
pretending they don't know
they let you freeze their wallets for dinner.
I've been told
that you bust that kids
forget that good manners
they're essential to stealing;
you know
that to make a good box
no need to use the knife
a true professional,
you always
you pampered the poor at the expense of the rich;
what was an art-peak shit!-
it's starting to degenerate.
You had the most exclusive clientele,
at every stroke you left your stamp of authorship;
while safely laughing and counting hairs
did someone pass by screaming ???to the thief, to the thief…