Albert Plá - Papa, Jo Vull Ser Torero - traduction des paroles en anglais

Paroles et traduction Albert Plá - Papa, Jo Vull Ser Torero




Papa, Jo Vull Ser Torero
Papa, I Want to Be a Bullfighter
Papa jo vull ser torero
Papa, I want to be a bullfighter
Papa jo vull matar toros
Papa, I want to kill bulls
Papa jo vull saltar als ruedos
Papa, I want to jump into the rings
Ai papa jo vull ser torero
Oh papa, I want to be a bullfighter
I el pare es desesperava
And my father despaired
Ell que era tan honorable
He who was so honorable
Potestat de la sardana
Authority of the sardana
I de les lletres catalanes
And of Catalan letters
La veritat no comprenia
The truth is I didn't understand
Quin cony de fill que tenia
What a crazy son I had
Si tenia tot el que volia
If I had everything I wanted
Si tenia amor tenia família
If I had love, I had a family
I de calés no li faltaven
And money was not lacking
Ni cultura ni ensenyança
Neither culture nor learning
De la pulcra i refinada
Of the polished and refined
Existència catalana
Catalan existence
Papa jo vull ser torero
Papa, I want to be a bullfighter
Papa jo vull matar toros
Papa, I want to kill bulls
Papa jo vull saltar als ruedos
Papa, I want to jump into the rings
Ai papa jo vull ser torero
Oh papa, I want to be a bullfighter
I el pare des de les grades
And my father from the stands
I com patia i com plorava
And how he suffered and how he cried
Que és que el toro empitonava
Because the bull was charging
Al seu fill i el rebolcava
At his son and goring him
Que és que el toro va arrancar-li
Because the bull tore off
Els collons d'una cornada
His balls with a goring
I l'hemorràgia era imparable
And the hemorrhage was unstoppable
Una mort inevitable
An inevitable death
Va morir a la infermeria
He died in the infirmary
De la plaça a mitja tarda
Of the plaza in the middle of the afternoon
I el seu fill moria torero
And his son died a bullfighter
Ple de gloria i ple de fama
Full of glory and full of fame
Ple de clavells a la tomba
Full of carnations on the tomb
Banderilles i estampetes
Barbed banderillas and holy cards
I als balcons geranis negres
And black geraniums on the balconies
Ai papa el teu fill ha mort torero
Oh, papa, your son has died a bullfighter
Ai ai ai
Oh, oh, oh





Writer(s): Albert Plá


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