Joaquin Sabina — El Joven Aprendiz De Pintor song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Joven Aprendiz De Pintor" by Joaquin Sabina.
Lyrics
El joven aprendiz de pintor que ayer mismo
Juraba que mis cuadros eran su catecismo
Hoy, como ve que el público empieza a hacerme caso,
Ya no dice que pinto tan bien como Picaso.
En cambio la vecina que jamás saludaba
Cada vez que el azar o el ascensor nos juntaba
Vino ayer a decirme que mi última novela
La excita más que todo Camilo JoséCela.
¿Y quédecir del manager audaz y decidido
que no me recibió, que siempre estaba reunido?
Hoy, moviendo la cola, se acercócomo un perro
A pedir que le diéramos vela en este entierro
Y yo le dije: no,
No, no, no, no, no, no Ya estámarchita
La margarita
Que en el pasado he deshojado yo.
El torpe maletilla que hasta ayer afirmaba,
Que con las banderillas nadie me aventajaba,
Ahora que corto orejas y aplauden los del siete
Ya no dice que cinto tan bien como Antoñete.
La propia Caballéque me negósus favores,
La dive que pasaba tanto de cantautores
Llamópara decirme: ???Estoy en deuda contigo,
Mola más tu Madrid que el aranjuez de Rodrigo???
¿Y quédecir del crítico que indignado me acusa
de jugar demasiado a la ruleta rusa?
Si no hubiera arriesgado tal vez me acusaría
De quedarme colgado en calle Melancolía
Y eso síque no,
No, no, no, no, no, no,
Ya estámarchita
La margarita
Que en el pasado he desojado yo.
Lyrics translation
The young apprentice painter who just yesterday
He swore that my paintings were his catechism
Today, as you see that the audience begins to listen to me,
He doesn't say I paint as well as Picaso anymore.
Instead the neighbor who never waved
Every time chance or the elevator brought us together
He came yesterday to tell me that my latest novel
Camilo Josecela excites her more than anything.
And remain the bold and determined manager
that you did not receive me, that you were always gathered?
Today, wagging his tail, he approached like a dog
To ask that we give him a candle at this funeral
And I said, no.,
Not, not, not, not, not, not estámarchita
Daisy
Which I've stripped in the past.
The clumsy maletilla that until yesterday claimed,
That with the flags no one was ahead of me,
Now that I cut my ears and clap the seven
He doesn't say I Belt as well as Antoñete.
The horse itself denied me your favors,
The dive that went so far as songwriters
He called to tell me :??I'm in your debt.,
It's a lot more fun for you to play in Madrid than the aranjuez of Rodrigo.??
And what about the critic who indignantly accuses me
from playing too much Russian roulette?
If I hadn't risked it, maybe I'd be accused.
To hang myself in the street melancholy
And that's not true.,
No, no, no, no, no, no,
She's already a little girl.
Daisy
Which I've thrown away in the past.