Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sin Empleo, artist - Los Suaves. Date of issue: 31.12.1981
Song language: Spanish
Sin Empleo(original) |
| Por la mañana |
| Llegas a la fábrica oscura y fría |
| La máquina está parada |
| Triste desprende ruina |
| Del despacho baja el amo, dice: |
| «Hijos míos, no hay trabajo |
| No hay pedidos, tengo que cerrar |
| Nada os oculto, me vienen a embargar |
| Mañana» |
| Es el fin, todo ha acabado |
| Os miráis con espanto |
| La máquina callada |
| Los puños apretados, pensando… |
| Pensando |
| Ya seis meses sin jornal |
| Seguro «del paro» agotado |
| Dinero cobarde se esconde |
| Las empresas han cerrado |
| Por la mitad del salario |
| Te has ofrecido, es igual |
| Tres millones de parados |
| Estadísticas y tú uno más |
| Por última vez lo intentas |
| Piensas pedir, tienes la mano |
| También llegas hasta el puente |
| Pero no puedes, tu hora no ha llegado |
| Espera desesperada |
| En el portal tu mujer |
| Tiene el crédito agotado |
| En casa no hay que comer |
| ¿Qué hay? |
| pregunta cuando llegas |
| Tú no contestas y callas |
| Agachando la cabeza |
| Subes pálido a la casa |
| Tu hija arriba no duerme |
| Desde ayer no come nada |
| Cree que su madre ha bajado |
| A comprar pan a la tienda de al lado |
| Entráis los dos en la casa |
| La niña mira tus manos |
| Sorprendida al no ver nada |
| Calla y se acuesta llorando |
| El padre está en un rincón |
| Cabeza entre las manos |
| La madre calla, abre el gas |
| Ojos secos, se sienta a su lado |
| Es el fin, todo ha acabado |
| Os miráis con espanto |
| La máquina callada |
| Los puños apretados, pensando… |
| Pensando |
| (translation) |
| In the morning |
| You arrive at the dark and cold factory |
| The machine is stopped |
| sad gives off ruin |
| The master comes down from the office, says: |
| "My children, there is no work |
| No orders, I have to close |
| I hide nothing from you, they come to seize me |
| Tomorrow" |
| It's the end, it's all over |
| You look at each other with horror |
| the silent machine |
| Fists clenched, thinking... |
| Thinking |
| Already six months without wages |
| Unemployment insurance exhausted |
| funky money hides |
| businesses have closed |
| for half the salary |
| You have offered yourself, it is the same |
| three million unemployed |
| Statistics and you one more |
| for the last time you try |
| You think to ask, you have the hand |
| You also get to the bridge |
| But you can't, your time hasn't come |
| desperate wait |
| In the portal your wife |
| She's out of credit |
| At home you don't have to eat |
| What's up? |
| ask when you arrive |
| You do not answer and shut up |
| head down |
| You go up to the house pale |
| Your daughter upstairs doesn't sleep |
| Since yesterday he hasn't eaten anything |
| She thinks her mother of hers has come down |
| To buy bread at the store next door |
| You both enter the house |
| The girl looks at your hands |
| Surprised to see nothing |
| She shuts up and goes to bed crying |
| The father is in a corner |
| head in hands |
| The mother is silent, she opens the gas |
| Dry eyes, she sits next to him |
| It's the end, it's all over |
| You look at each other with horror |
| the silent machine |
| Fists clenched, thinking... |
| Thinking |