Una de piratas [English translation]

All the pirates have

a fearsome brigantine

with ten canons per side

and half a map of a booty

that they buried on the seashore

of a beach in the Antilles.

All the pirates have

a little parrot that speaks in French,

to whom they relate the glossary

of a story that is not

that of which they tell of the privateer.

But neither the contrary.

For no reason they kneelhaul* you.

But deep down they are sentimental

as they etch on their skin

the queen of the brothel

and they wear it as they travel the seas.

One of the pirates marching.

Long life and eternal glory

In order to persevere

it's necessary to cut off their legs.

All the pirates have

abuses to clear up,

pending doubts and matters

of which are best not to talk.

They down their life in one go

and they laugh with impertinence.

Until one day, trembling

in the stern of a sailing boat,

they find him, and betraying

the law of the freebooter,

they don't reclaim the randsom

and they refuse combat.

When the pirates are men in love

of a skin that smells of jasmine, they break promises

with their brothers of the past

and they flee at dawn

heading to a port that still has not placed a price on their head.

One of the pirates marching.

No one bent his sword

and sufficed a beautiful woman

in order to cut her wings.

There is no pirate story

that has a happy ending.

Neither they nor the censoring

could permit it.

By the sword, in the corner,

people for hire murder them.

• Artist:Joan Manuel Serrat
• Album:En tránsito