Javier Krahe — En La Costa Suiza song lyrics and translation

The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "En La Costa Suiza" by Javier Krahe.

Lyrics

En un pueblo de allá por la costa suiza
-ohé, ohé-
Un viejo pescador
Borrachín, tranquilo, sin dar la paliza
A nadie de su alrededor
Pretendía vivir a su manera
Que era: salir a pescar
Y pescar boquerón, calamar
O alguna ballenita
-que también las da el mar-
Y después regresar
Con la frente marchita
Como dice el cantar
Que se suele volver
Y vender el pescado en la lonja
Boquerón, calamar
Una esponja
-que también las da el mar-
Y cobrar
Lo que hubiera ganado
Al vender el pescado
Y marcharse a gastar
Lo que hubiera cobrado
En comer
Y en comprar
Cuanto es menester
Poseer
E invitar a beber
Y beber hasta el anochecer
Y arrojar lo que hubiera sobrado
Del dinero cobrado
Arrojárselo al mar
Devolver
Devolverle el dinero
Y cada amanecer
Empezar desde cero
Pero muchos vecinos denunciáronle al pobre
-ohé, ohé-
Por contaminar
Que sus pocas monedas, sus «vertidos de
Cobre»
Ponían perdidito el mar
Y no pudo vivir a su manera
Que era: salir a pescar
Y pescar boquerón, calamar
O alguna ballenita
-que también las da el mar-
Y después regresar
Con la frente marchita
Como dice el cantar
Que se debe volver
Y vender el pescado en la lonja
Boquerón, calamar
Una esponja
-que también las da el mar-
Y cobrar
Lo que hubiera ganado
Al vender el pescado
Y marcharse a gastar
Lo que hubiera cobrado
En comer
Y en comprar
Cuanto es menester
Poseer
E invitar a beber
Y beber hasta el anochecer
Y arrojar lo que hubiera sobrado
Del dinero cobrado
Arrojárselo al mar
Devolver
Devolverle el dinero
Y cada amanecer
Empezar desde cero

Lyrics translation

In a town on the Swiss Coast
- oh, oh, oh-
An old fisherman
Drunk, quiet, without beating
No one around you
He intended to live his own way
What it was: go fishing
And catch Boqueron, squid
Or some little whale
- that the sea also gives them-
And then come back
With withered forehead
As the song says
That usually comes back
And sell the fish at the market
Boqueron, squid
Sponge
- that the sea also gives them-
And collect
What I would have won
When selling fish
And leave to spend
What I would have charged
To eat
And to buy
How much is needed
Have
And invite to drink
And drink till nightfall
And throw away what would have been left
Of the money collected
Throw it into the sea
Return
Return the money
And every dawn
Start from scratch
But many neighbors denounced the poor
- oh, oh, oh-
For contaminating
That their few coins, their " spills of
Copper»
They used to put the sea down.
And he couldn't live his way
What it was: go fishing
And catch Boqueron, squid
Or some little whale
- that the sea also gives them-
And then come back
With withered forehead
As the song says
That should be returned
And sell the fish at the market
Boqueron, squid
Sponge
- that the sea also gives them-
And collect
What I would have won
When selling fish
And leave to spend
What I would have charged
To eat
And to buy
How much is needed
Have
And invite to drink
And drink till nightfall
And throw away what would have been left
Of the money collected
Throw it into the sea
Return
Return the money
And every dawn
Start from scratch