Paroles et traduction La Talvera - La rascleta

La rascleta

Per qué tota causa
A un començament
La question se pausa
Per un estrument
L'antica rascleta
Qual n'es l'inventor
Levatz la casqueta
Al qu'es pas colhon.

A la paura rascleta
Que rascla l'èrbeta (bis)
Tant que fonccionarà
Tot anirà plan. (bis)

Quand Adam e Eva.
Sosquèron creats
L'Istòria relèva
Qu'anavan pels prats
Adam la rascleta
Eva l'asagador
Rasclavan l'èrbeta
De gaire cada jorn.

Se per aventura
Siaga dich aicí
Lo qu'es pas maseta
Que sache se'n servir
Pòt cauçar un balsèli
Que ie plai a l'èlh
E durbir l'arcèli
Melhor qu'un cotèl.

Los ancians rasclavan
Nosautres rasclam
Los joves ba sabon
Tanben rasclaràn
Lo temps mai propici
Es per Carnaval
Lo qu'es pas novici
Trapa de trabalh.

Dins aicesta vida
Es totjorn parèlh
La pècha s'esquissa
Quand nos fasèm vièlh
Nos dison: "Papeta
Tampa l'atelièr
E monta la rascleta
Amont al granièr."

Adiu paura rascleta,
As rasclat l'èrbeta (bis)
Ara pò(de)s pas mai servir
Te val mai morir (bis).

Mas se per aventura
Trapam, un jardin
Se i a de verdura
I dintram dedins
E malgrat nòstre age
Nos agenolham
Embraçam l'èrbatge
E nos retiram.

The Hoe

Because every cause
Has a beginning
The question arises
For an instrument
The ancient hoe
Who is the inventor
Take off your hat
To the one who is not a fool.

To the scary hoe
That scrapes the grass (bis)
As long as it works
Everything will go smoothly. (bis)

When Adam and Eve.
Were created
History reveals
That they went through the meadows
Adam the hoe
Eve the ass-shaker
They scraped the grass
Almost every day.

If by chance
It is said here
That which is not blunt
That knows how to use it
Can wear a hat
That pleases his eye
And open the chest
Better than a knife.

The elders scraped
We scrape
The young don't know how
They will also scrape
The most suitable time
Is for Carnival
He who is not a novice
Throws off work.

In this life
It is always the same
Sin fades
When we get old
They say: "Grandfather
Close the workshop
And assemble the hoe
Up in the granary."

Farewell, scary hoe,
You have scraped the grass (bis)
Now you can't serve anymore
You may as well die (bis).

But if by chance
We stumble, a garden
If there are vegetables
We enter it
And despite our age
We kneel down
Embrace the grass
And we retreat.