Lyrics and translation Sopa De Cabra - Flors de Fum (Live)

Flors de Fum (Live)

Llum d′agost
Cap al tard, quan es fa fosc
En un vol d'estiu, a la Plaça del Vi
Vaig trobar-me en Grifoll.
De centaura diua el carro ple de flors
Me′n va donar un munt
Em vaig posar a fer fum
A la terrassa de "El Sol".
I el cel era vermell, sí, i la gent era transparent
I asseguts, junts cremàvem la tarda
I tots teníem fe, però d'aquest món ja no ens crèiem res
I allà sota les voltes el somni era etern.
I encara puc, encara avui
Encara no és tard, no
I encara avui, encara avui
Em venen rampells, d'aquella llum.
I encara avui, encara avui
Quan l′herva ja és alta
Encara avui, encara vull
Volar més amunt.
Entre el Freaks, la Salsitxa i el Potser
Un fanzine a l′squat, algunes volls i uns mais
I unes pipes al carrer.
Bones ones, bona música també
Passàvem el temps però no ens fèiem vells
Això et passa en un moment.
I el cel era vermell, sí, i en Tintín va arribar corrent
I pel morro es saltava la tanda
I després en James Dean, bé, indulgència permanent
I en Palau, tots omplíem l'esperit d′aliment.
I encara puc, encara avui
Encara no és tard, no
I encara avui, encara avui
Em venen rampells, d'aquella gent.
I encara avui, encara avui
Quan l′herva ja és alta
Encara avui, encara puc
Volar més amunt.
I va baixar en lleuger
Deia, germans ja us perdonaré
Quan de nou ens posàvem la pedra al palmell.
I va arribar l'ocell,
Ooh, plè d′espores i de bolets
I asseguts, exploràvem la tarda.
I tots teníem fe,
Però d'aquest món ja no ens crèiem res
I allà sota les voltes el somni era etern.
I encara puc, encara avui
Encara no és tard, no
I encara avui, encara avui
Em venen rampells, d'aquells moments.
I encara avui, encara avui
Quan l′herva ja és alta
Encara avui, encara puc

Flors de Fum (Live)

August light
Towards evening, when it gets dark
On a summer flight, at the Plaça del Vi
I met Grifoll.
Centaur says the cart is full of flowers
She gave me a bunch
I started making smoke
On the terrace of "El Sol".
And the sky was red, yes, and the people were transparent
And sitting together, we burned the afternoon
And we all had faith, but we no longer believed anything about this world
And there, under the vaults, the dream was eternal.
And I still can, today
It's not too late, no
And today, today
I get urges, of that light.
And today, today
When the grass is already high
Today, I still want
To fly higher.
Between the Freaks, the Sausage, and the Maybe
A fanzine at the squat, some crack and some corn
And some pipes in the street.
Good vibes, good music too
We passed the time but we didn't get old
That happens to you in a moment.
And the sky was red, yes, and Tintin arrived running
And he skipped the queue shamelessly
And then James Dean, well, permanent indulgence
And in Palau, we filled the spirit with food.
And I still can, today
It's not too late, no
And today, today
I get urges, of those people.
And today, today
When the grass is already high
Today, I can still
Fly higher.
And he came down lightly
He said, brothers, I will forgive you
When again we put the stone in the palm.
And the bird arrived,
Ooh, full of spores and mushrooms
And sitting, we explored the afternoon.
And we all had faith,
But we no longer believed anything about this world
And there, under the vaults, the dream was eternal.
And I still can, today
It's not too late, no
And today, today
I get urges, of those moments.
And today, today
When the grass is already high
Today, I can still