Paroles et traduction Lax'n'Busto - Deia (El pagès 2)

Deia (El pagès 2)

En Tomàs era un bon home, pobre, però tenia un lloc,
Una casa abandonada, ningú en volia saber res
En Rafel un mal polític del poble es va aprofitar
Ell pensava que els negocis i el plaer es poden barrejar
I en Tomàs deia, deia, que el mes gran dels privilegis era viure en
Llibertat
I en Rafel deia, deia, que això dura quatre dies,
Res dolent m'ha de passar
I en veure en Tomàs, bon negoci, es clar,
El va fer fora i al carrer va anar a parar
No em fas pena, nen, perquè soc conscient
Que aquí vull fer cales i tu aquí ni hi pintes res
I això si que te un nom, i no és la llibertat
Es el poder, es l'egoisme, es l'avarícia sense fre
Per be, o per mal, Rafel, se que t'enpenadiras
Qui sap, potser un dia jo seré mes fort
I sabràs que es estar en el meu lloc,
I amb l'ajuda dels esteles podràs
Comptar
I allí al carrer on volen les veus
Va saber que a les nits, l'espavilat d'en Rafel
Amb una meuca va passar el temps
I el cul li vam retratar
Era clar que al poder
Poc havia de durar
I en Tomàs deia, deia,
T'has posat on no et manaven i al final t'han enxampat
I en Rafel deia, deia,
E perdut el privilegi ja de viure amb el cap alt
El carrer a l'hivern es fa dur i etern,
No vaig fer mal a ningú
Em vas deixar sol al fred
Pel que has fet tu, ara hauràs de pagar ho sap el poble
I al carrer et faran anar
Veuràs com la merda et puja fins dalt
El coll i per dins la sang et podrirà
Com ni el fred pot refredar
Per be o per mal, Rafel, ara t'empenediras
Ja ho veus, ara veus que jo ja soc mes fort
Sentiràs que es estar en el meu lloc
I amb l'ajuda dels estels, podràs comptar.

Deia (The Peasant 2)

Thomas was a good man, poor, but he had a place,
An abandoned house, no one wanted to know anything
Rafael, an evil politician from the town, took advantage
He thought that business and pleasure could be mixed
And Thomas said, said, that the greatest of privileges was to live in
Freedom
And Rafael said, said, that this lasts four days,
Nothing bad will happen to me
And when he saw Thomas, good business, of course,
He threw him out and he ended up on the street
I don't feel sorry for you, boy, because I'm aware
That here I want to make money and you don't even matter here
And that has a name, and it's not freedom
It is power, it is selfishness, it is greed without brakes
For good or for evil, Rafael, I know you will repent
Who knows, maybe one day I will be stronger
And you will know what it is to be in my place,
And with the help of the stars you will be able to
Count
And there in the street where voices fly
He learned that at night, the clever Rafael
With a whore he passed the time
And we portrayed his ass
It was clear that power
Little had to last
And Thomas said, said,
You put yourself where you were not ordered and in the end you were caught
And Rafael said, said,
I have lost the privilege of living with my head held high
The street in winter is hard and eternal,
I didn't hurt anyone
You left me alone in the cold
For what you have done, now you will have to pay, the town knows it
And they will make you go to the street
You will see how the shit rises up your neck
And inside your blood will rot
As not even the cold can cool
For good or for evil, Rafael, now you will repent
You see, now you see that I am stronger now
You will feel what it is like to be in my place
And with the help of the stars, you will be able to count.