Translation of the song lyrics Sin Empleo - Los Suaves

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

Sin Empleo (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