Paroles et traduction Albert Plá - La Caixa de Música

La Caixa de Música

Pujant en l'ascensor
Com una caixa que vola
Però que mai no sap
Mai si fa sol no mai

Com una caixa de morts
Puja i baixa però es para
Es trenca l'ascensor
I es va quedar tan fosc

Que em vaig sentir sol
Com si estès en una caixa hermètica
Com en una caixa forta

Palpant en la foscor
Vaig veure que no estava sol
Hi havia una noia baixeta i lletja
Però que tenia un no sé què
Que a mi em va agradar molt

També hi havia un senyor
Un gordo quarenton
Bavejava claustrofòbia i terror
Presoner en una caixa de mistos
Com un porquet sense pinso

Tres érem tres a l'ascensor
Però aquí a mi em falta espai
Per trobar-m'hi a gust
Dos està bé i tres són multitud
Potser no potser sí
Potser aquí sobra algú

I la noia no sobra
I jo em sembla que tampoc
Regla de tres aquí sobra un senyor
És qüestió de pura matemàtica
Resolta per una llei física

Solució vam obrir la trampilla
I vam poder comprovar que els senyors
Si no volessin caurien pels ascensors
I si cauen són morts
I els morts no tenen por
I així els dos vam quedar

Sols dins l'ascensor
I ens vam posar a riure
I vam fer de tot
Com si fos una caixeta íntima
La nostra caixeta d'amor

Tancats a l'ascensor
Vam passar molts dies
Disfrutant fent l'amor
Però el temps va passar
Va anar fent anar corrent
Els dos teníem gana

I res per menjar
Per fi vam saber
Que els dos moriríem
I ens vam posar a riure
I vam ballar molt
Com si allò fos una caixa de música
La nostra caixeta de morts

The Music Box

Ascending in the elevator
Like a flying box
But that never knows
Whether it's sunny or never

Like a coffin
It goes up and down but stops
The elevator breaks down
And it got so dark

That I felt alone
Like lying in an airtight box
Like in a safe

Groping in the darkness
I saw that I was not alone
There was a short and ugly girl
But she had a certain something
That I liked a lot

There was also a gentleman
A fat forty-year-old
He was drooling with claustrophobia and terror
Prisoner in a box of matches
Like a pig without food

Three of us in the elevator
But I'm running out of space here
To be comfortable
Two is good and three is a crowd
Maybe yes, maybe no
Maybe someone's superfluous here

And the girl isn't superfluous
And I don't think I am either
Rule of three we have one gentleman too many
It's a matter of pure mathematics
Solved by a law of physics

Solution we opened the trapdoor
And we were able to prove that gentlemen
If they don't fly, they'll fall down the elevators
And if they fall, they're dead
And the dead are not afraid
And so the two of us remained

Alone in the elevator
And we started to laugh
And we did everything
As if it was an intimate box
Our little box of love

Locked in the elevator
We spent many days
Enjoying making love
But time passed
It kept running
The two of us were hungry

And nothing to eat
Finally we knew
That we would both die
And we started to laugh
And we danced a lot
As if it was a music box
Our little coffin