Lyrics and translation Lax'n'Busto - Blues del Diumenge

Blues del Diumenge

La plaça du un bany extra de Sol
Si jo ahir era un vampir
Per què no estic dormint?
Correus és tancat
El dia ha començat havent dinat

No vull que es faci fosc
Quan el cor em canti el blues del diumenge
Em moriré, tot taronja al meu carrer
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No faré res perquè no vull ni que pogués
Resposen les neurones del bonic ball d'ahir
Ben quiet com un gripau
Em miro els meus mitjons de color blau

No vull que es faci fosc
Quan el cor em canti el blues del diumenge
Em moriré, tot taronja al meu carrer.
Sospir prop del teu pit.

I com que tu també seràs de gelatina
Et menjaré amb una cullereta.
I tu, si vols, et pots menjar un borratxo,
Que també fa diumenge, ooooh diumenge

No vull que es faci fosc
Quan el cor em canti el blues del diumenge
Em moriré, tot taronja al meu carrer
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Quan es fa fosc
Quan el cor em canti el blues del diumenge
Em moriré, tot taronja el meu carrer
Sospir prop del teu pit

Sunday Blues

The plaza took an extra bath of Sun
If I was a vampire yesterday
Why am I not sleeping?
The post office is closed
The day has started after having lunch

I don't want it to get dark
When my heart sings the Sunday blues
I will die, all orange in my street
Sigh near your breast

I will do nothing because I don't want to or could
The neurons rest from yesterday's beautiful dance
Very quiet like a toad
I look at my blue socks

I don't want it to get dark
When my heart sings the Sunday blues
I will die, all orange in my street
Sigh near your breast

And since you will also be like jelly
I will eat you with a spoon
And you, if you want, you can eat a drunk
That also makes Sunday, ooooh Sunday

I don't want it to get dark
When my heart sings the Sunday blues
I will die, all orange in my street
Sigh near your breast

When it gets dark
When my heart sings the Sunday blues
I will die, all orange is my street
Sigh near your breast