Paroles et traduction Els Amics De Les Arts - La Merda Se'Ns Menja

La Merda Se'Ns Menja

Sé prou bé
Que puges a Verdaguer,
I és que jo des de Joanic
Que no sé com posar-m'hi.

I faig veure que
No t'he estat guardant seient,
I així molt discretament
Aparto la maleta quan
Et veig passar.
Ho tinc tot mil·limetrat.
Vas i dius: "està ocupat?"
I segurament penses que sóc
Un passerell,
Però abans de ser a Bogatell
Potser ja t'he convençut
Perquè fugis amb mi i ho deixis tot.

Que no m'has dit
Si em queda bé la barba.
Que no m'has dit
Com ho tens per escapar-te amb mi.
Que no m'has dit
Si vols que t'ensenyi un lloc on de nit és de nit.

I és que aquí
La merda se'ns menja.
I és que aquí
Ja no s'hi pot estar.

Compartir,
Pagar una hipoteca junts,
Maleir cada dilluns
Per haver allargat el diumenge.

I comprovar
Que París et queda bé
I si plou no passa res.
Quin sonat va inventar
El paraigua?

Que no t'he dit
Que Barcelona crema.
Que no t'he dit
Que no és teva ni meva.
Que no t'he dit
Que tot i no ser massa guapo sóc molt divertit.

I és que aquí
La merda se'ns menja.
I és que aquí
Ja no s'hi pot estar.

The Crap Is Eating Us

I know very well
That you ascend Verdaguer,
And I'm entering from Joanic
I don't know how to convince you.

Pretending
I'm not saving you a seat,
And that's how I really discretely
Move my bag when
I see you passing by.
I have it all perfectly timed.
You ask, "Is this seat taken?"
And you must think I'm
A footbridge,
But before we reach Bogatell
I may have already convinced you
To run away with me and leave it all behind.

You haven't told me
If my beard looks good.
You haven't told me
If you're ready to run away with me.
You haven't told me
If you want me to show you a place where it's dark at night.

And here,
The crap is eating us.
And here,
It's no longer possible to stay.

Sharing,
Paying a mortgage together,
Cursing every Monday
For having extended Sunday.

And checking
That Paris looks good on you
And it doesn't matter if it rains.
Who was the nut that invented
The umbrella?

You haven't told me
That Barcelona is burning.
You haven't told me
That it's neither yours nor mine.
You haven't told me
That even though I'm not very handsome, I'm very funny.

And here,
The crap is eating us.
And here,
It's no longer possible to stay.