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Papa

Papa vull parlar amb tu
Ara que no hi ha ningú,
Parlem d'home a home amb tranquil·litat,
Ha d'haver-hi confiança,
Enterrem la recança,
Som dos éssers humans civilitzats.

I és que la comprensió
I la comunicació
Han de vertebrar el nostre comportament,
No em miris així pare,
Amb aquesta cara,
No estic delirant ni em trobo malament.

I és que havent dinat
M'he recordat
Que tenia un encàrrec molt important per a mi,
He agafat el teu
Cotxe per no anar-hi a peu.
Saps que no tinc carnet però sé conduir.

He estat fent el fantasma,
M'ha perseguit la pasma,
Però he anat amb molt de compte de no
Fer malbé res,
Sé que tens pendents
Setanta pagaments
De quaranta-cinc mil peles al mes.

Pujant de Gironella,
Al revolt de la Portella,
Un autocar de l'ATSA venia pel meu cantó,
He topat contra la barana,
Deu voltes de campana,
I el teu cotxe és ara un munt de ferregots.

He trinxat el cotxe del meu pare
Quan ho sàpiga em trencarà la cara,
Has trinxat del cotxe del teu vell
Que ho sàpiga t'arrencarà la pell.

Anava ben serè,
No havia begut res,
Alguna cerveseta (set o vuit com a molt).
Un conyac, una menta,
Un gotet d'absenta,
I una ampolla de vi de poca graduació.
Papa em fas patir,
Per què em mires així?

Per què has agafat l'escopeta de caçar?
No m'agrada gens!
Papa, què pretens?
Per què esmoles el ganivet de tallar pa?

Papa

Papa, I want to talk to you,
Now that we're alone,
Let's talk man-to-man, calmly,
There must be trust,
Let's bury the grudge,
We are two civilized human beings.

And it is that understanding
And communication
Must shape our behavior,
Don't look at me like that, father,
With that face,
I'm not delirious or unwell.

And it is that after dinner
I remembered
That I had a very important errand for me,
I took your
Car so I wouldn't have to walk.
You know I don't have a license but I know how to drive.

I've been messing around,
The police have been chasing me,
But I've been very careful not to
Damage anything,
I know you have outstanding
Seventy payments
Of forty-five thousand bucks a month.

Coming up from Gironella,
At the bend in La Portella,
An ATSA bus was coming my way,
I hit the guardrail,
Ten rolls of the dice,
And your car is now a pile of junk.

I crashed my father's car
When he finds out, he'll break my face,
You crashed your old man's car
When he finds out, he'll rip your skin off.

I was very calm,
I hadn't drunk anything,
A few beers (seven or eight at most).
A cognac, a mint,
A little absinthe,
And a bottle of low-grade wine.
Papa, you're making me suffer,
Why are you looking at me like that?

Why did you grab the shotgun?
I don't like it at all!
Papa, what are you planning?
Why are you sharpening the bread knife?