Paroles et traduction Lax'n'Busto - Cançó del Pagès

Cançó del Pagès

En Joan era un pobre pagès
Ell sempre humil, ell sempre honest
Vivia amb l'hermosa Maria
I ho feia tot perquè sempre mengés

En canvi el Lluís era molt ric
A ell mai no li va faltar de res
Com si tot el que ell volgués
En dir-ho, als peus ho tingués

I és que uns tant
I altres tan poc
Però tots feliços tal com són

Un dia el Lluís es va creuar
Amb la Maria passejant
I enamorat es va jurar
Pagar per ella el preu més alt

I en aquells temps va haver una guerra
En Joan jove i fort per força va marxar
El Lluís no era apte per morir
Això és una merda, tio has d'aguantar

Tot era estrany en els seus ulls
La por, l'odi, la tristor

I la Maria se'l va mirar
Com si ja no pogués veure'l mai més
Llavors el Lluís va aprofitar
I a la Maria va comprar, i li va dir

"Sé que m'estaves esperant, jo no t'havia oblidat
Jo et puc donar tot el que vols
Tinc tot el que puguis desitjar"
"Sé que m'estaves esperant, jo no t'havia oblidat
Jo et puc donar tot el que vols
Tinc tot el que puguis desitjar"

Agafa'm de la mà, corre i no t'ho pensis massa
Que et donaré el que vols, si no ho tens en aquesta casa
Jo sé el que tu vols i tu fa temps que ho desitjaves
Pensa el que faràs i com viuràs a partir d'ara

En Joan no tornarà, és el seu fi, jo ja ho sabia
Si fos tu "sí" diria i no m'ho pensaria més
Jo et dono flors i joies, festes criats i vestits
I et cobriré d'or, plata, bons perfums i weiss do frings

I la Maria, se'l va mirar
I de la mà el va agafar
Anava tot cega amb tants regals
Que sense pensar-s'ho, d'en Joan va passar, i li va dir

"Jo a tu ja no et puc esperar, tu em fas patir i treballar
Ell tot el dia juga amb mi, bona sort que l'hagi trobat"
"Jo a tu ja no et puc esperar, tu em fas patir i treballar
Ell tot el dia juga amb mi, bona sort que l'hagi trobat"

Aquell pobre pagès sabia que anava a morir
Llavors va dir: "si em moro, tu també et mores amb mi"
La va esperar a les fosques al carrer tota la nit
Quan ella va sortir la va matar sense patir

Amb la mateixa arma es va fer ell un tret al cap
Va caure estès a terra amb la Maria al seu costat
La conya de la història, amics meus reflexioneu
No és que en Joan morís, sinó que el Lluís està de peu

I el Lluís se'ls va mirar
Va ser d'aquells dies que més va plorar
Sol es trobava amb els seus calés
Per molts que en tingués, massa car per ell, i es va dir

"Segur que algú m'està esperant, això ho oblido jo demà
A moltes noies puc comprar, no importa a qui hagi de trepitjar"
"Segur que algú m'està esperant, això ho oblido jo demà
A moltes noies puc comprar, no importa a qui hagi de trepitjar"

The Peasant's Song

Joan was a poor peasant,
Always humble, always honest,
He lived with the beautiful Maria,
And did everything to ensure she was always fed.

In contrast, Lluís was very rich,
He never lacked anything,
As if everything he desired,
Would appear at his feet with a simple word.

Some have so much,
And others so little,
But all are happy as they are.

One day Lluís crossed paths
With Maria while she was walking,
And, smitten, he swore to himself
To pay the highest price for her.

And in those times there was a war,
Young and strong Joan was forced to leave,
Lluís wasn't fit to die,
"This is crap, man, you have to hold on."

Everything was strange in his eyes,
Fear, hatred, sadness.

And Maria looked at him,
As if she would never see him again.
Then Lluís took advantage,
And bought Maria, and said to her,

"I know you were waiting for me, I hadn't forgotten you,
I can give you everything you want,
I have everything you could desire."
"I know you were waiting for me, I hadn't forgotten you,
I can give you everything you want,
I have everything you could desire."

Take my hand, run and don't think too much,
I'll give you what you want, even if you don't have it in this house.
I know what you want and you've desired it for a long time,
Think about what you'll do and how you'll live from now on.

Joan won't return, it's his end, I already knew it,
If I were you, I'd say "yes" and wouldn't think twice.
I give you flowers and jewels, parties, servants and dresses,
And I'll cover you in gold, silver, fine perfumes and weiss do frings.

And Maria looked at him,
And took his hand,
She was blinded by so many gifts,
That without thinking, she forgot about Joan, and said to him,

"I can't wait for you anymore, you make me suffer and work,
He plays with me all day, good thing I found him."
"I can't wait for you anymore, you make me suffer and work,
He plays with me all day, good thing I found him."

That poor peasant knew he was going to die,
Then he said: "If I die, you die with me too."
He waited for her in the dark on the street all night,
When she came out, he killed her without suffering.

With the same weapon he shot himself in the head,
He fell to the ground with Maria by his side.
The irony of the story, my friends, reflect on this,
It's not that Joan died, but that Lluís is still standing.

And Lluís looked at them,
It was one of the days he cried the most,
He was alone with his money,
No matter how much he had, it was too expensive for him, and he said to himself,

"Surely someone is waiting for me, I'll forget about this tomorrow,
I can buy many girls, it doesn't matter who I have to step on."
"Surely someone is waiting for me, I'll forget about this tomorrow,
I can buy many girls, it doesn't matter who I have to step on."