Paroles et traduction Glaucs - La Cançó de la Rebequeta I el Moscatell

La Cançó de la Rebequeta I el Moscatell

Curiós, qui ho hagués dit
Que una musa em fes patir tant
Que aquella nena d'ulleres que em feia crits
Avui seria una dona gran

I ens escrivim, mentre es fa de nit
Tu prens la fresca i jo tinc calor
I el concepte de musa pren molt sentit
Quan del que em dius en faig una cançó...

I a la ciutat van passant els dies
I l'estiu que es va apagant, es fa tardor

Així que corre, posa't rebequeta
Que el fred apreta
I en aquest balcó se't gelarà la pell
Corre, beu una miqueta
Que la sed apreta
I les muses també beuen moscatell

Curiós, qui ho hagués dit
Que amb els anys ens faríem grans
I la nena d'ulleres que em feia crits
Avui seria tan important

I no ho entenc, però ja m'és igual
Ets tan bonica que perdo el nord
Per mi ets la musa perfecte en un pedestal
I jo l'ingenu que creu en l'amor...

I en els petons, i en el teu somriure
I en aquelles nits d'agost
Que ja no hi son...

Així que corre, posa't rebequeta
Que el fred apreta
I en aquest balcó se't gelarà la pell
Corre, beu una miqueta
Que la sed apreta
I les muses també beuen moscatell

Corre, posa't rebequeta
Que el fred apreta
I en aquest balcó se't gelarà la pell
Corre, beu una miqueta
Que la sed apreta
I les muses també beuen moscatell
I les muses també beuen moscatell

The Song of the Jacket and the Moscatell

Strange, who would have thought
That a muse would make me suffer so much
That that little girl with glasses who used to yell at me
Would today be a grown woman

And we write to each other, as night falls
You take the cool breeze and I'm hot
And the concept of muse makes sense
When I turn what you say into a song...

And in the city, the days pass by
And the summer that fades away, turns into autumn

So run, put on your jacket
The cold is coming
And your skin will freeze on this balcony
Run, drink a little bit
The thirst is coming
And muses also drink moscatell

Strange, who would have thought
That with age we would grow old
And that little girl with glasses who used to yell at me
Would today be so important

And I don't understand, but I don't care anymore
You're so beautiful, I lose my way
For me, you're the perfect muse on a pedestal
And I'm the naive one who believes in love...

And in kisses, and in your smile
And in those August nights
That are no more...

So run, put on your jacket
The cold is coming
And your skin will freeze on this balcony
Run, drink a little bit
The thirst is coming
And muses also drink moscatell

Run, put on your jacket
The cold is coming
And your skin will freeze on this balcony
Run, drink a little bit
The thirst is coming
And muses also drink moscatell
And muses also drink moscatell