Paroles et traduction La Troba Kung-Fú - Barcelona

Barcelona

Sento una veu dins meu
Que no sé si és mora o és gitana
Sento una veu dins meu
Que no sé si és jueva o catalana
Sento una veu que és trista
Però que olora amb pólvora feta de vida

Sempre vaig Rambla avall
I tombo pel carrer Hospital
Puc remar pel Raval
O bé arribar-me a la Reial

I a cada cantonada
Sento dins la fosca que una veu s'amarga
Sento una veu que plora
Que plora pels carrers de Barcelona

Tiro cap a esquerra i dreta
Sempre per la banda estreta
No em puc fiar de la vista
Si faig el camí del turista

I sento la veu més dolça, que em diu
"Vine, perde't pels carrers de Barcelona"
I sento la veu més forta, que em diu
"Vine, deixa la por, perd la vergonya!"

Il-luminat amb boja pèrdua
Sempre tombo cap a mar
Allà on tota ciutat comença
I on el cau no han foradat

I espero que arribi la fosca
Per veure si la veu és balladora
I és que Barcelona s'amaga
Però de nit l'he vist ballar
Com una gitana
I és que Barcelona s'amaga
Però de nit l'he vist ballar
Com una gitana

"Vine cap aquí, vine cap aquí!"
Cantonada a cantonada
"Vine cap aquí, vine cap aquí!"
Pels de fora es posa guapa
"Vine cap aquí, vine cap aquí!"
Cantonada a cantonada
"Vine cap aquí, vine cap aquí!"
Jo la busco i ella s'amaga

Té molta cara
Té poca vergonya
Com camela quan remena, Barcelona
Té molta cara
Té poca vergonya
Com camela quan remena, Barcelona

Té molta cara
Té poca vergonya
Com camela quan remena, Barcelona
Té molta cara
Té poca vergonya
Com camela quan remena, Barcelona

Barcelona

I hear a voice within me
Which I do not know if it is Moorish or if it is Gypsy
I hear a voice within me
Which I do not know if it is Jewish or Catalan
I hear a voice that is sad
But it smells of gunpowder made of life

I always go down the Rambla
And I turn down Carrer Hospital
I can row through the Raval
Or I can reach the Reial

And at every corner
I hear in the darkness a voice that is bitter
I hear a voice that cries
Which cries through the streets of Barcelona

I turn to the left and to the right
Always through the narrow side
I cannot trust my sight
If I follow the tourist's path

And I hear the sweetest voice, which tells me
"Come, lose yourself in the streets of Barcelona"
And I hear the strongest voice, which tells me
"Come, lose your fear, lose your shame!"

Illuminated with mad loss
I always turn towards the sea
Where every city begins
And where the bottom has not been pierced

And I wait for the darkness to come
To see if the voice is a dancer
And it is that Barcelona hides
But at night I have seen it dance
Like a gypsy
And that is Barcelona hides
But at night I have seen it dance
Like a gypsy

"Come this way, come this way!"
Corner to corner
"Come this way, come this way!"
For strangers, it puts on a pretty face
"Come this way, come this way!"
Corner to corner
"Come this way, come this way!"
I look for it, and it hides from me

It has a lot of face
It has little shame
Like a camel when it sways, Barcelona
It has a lot of face
It has little shame
Like a camel when it sways, Barcelona

It has a lot of face
It has little shame
Like a camel when it sways, Barcelona
It has a lot of face
It has little shame
Like a camel when it sways, Barcelona