Paroles et traduction Lluís Llach - Un Cinema Paradís, Si Us Plau

Un Cinema Paradís, Si Us Plau

Faig cinema mut a la finestra
Quan la caixa "tonta" vol beure′s el meu cervell
Prenc la Maquineta amb "manivela
I em surt un món sense "PePés", ni convergents de dreta urgent
Faig cinema mut a les estrelles
Perquè hi balli en Laurel amb un "tutú
A una platgeta d'amor
On s′hi gronxen barquetes, barquetes
Hi ha la Paulette Godard i en Xarlot
Que ens inventen tendreses, tendreses
Mentre en Hardy que està fi
Encara menja algun "sociata" amb sofregit
Lluny sona alguna cançó
D'aquell cantant que no és tan dolent com jo
Fem cinema mut a la finestra
I som tants milers que cada nit seiem al galliner del món
Ens treuen la llum donant "l'electra
Que així puguem veure els cretins de llavis fins i cors garrins
Fem cinema mut a les estrelles
Perquè en Laurel brodi un "streptease
Una platgeta d′amor
Amb palmeres que ombregen, ombregen
L′hàlit d'en Keaton fa un joc
Dalt del tren que fumeja, fumeja
La mula Francis reial
Cada Nadal engega fix un Parsifal
Grouxo tanca el Nacional
Ple de supèrbies vestidetes d′abrics blaus
Hi ha un cinema dalt del cel
Quan els somnis ens cremen, ens cremen
Un cinema "Paradís
Perquè ens faci diumenge, diumenge
On puguem netejar el cor
De tanta merda i "burreria" feta nord
Tot l'univers com si fos
La sala immensa pels grans somnis que no
...som cinema mut a les estrelles

A Cinema Paradise, If You Please

I make silent movies in the window
When the "boob" box wants to drink my brains
I grab the "crank" Projector
And a world without "Pops", or right-wing convergents in an urgent hurry comes to me
I make silent movies in the stars
So Laurel can dance in a "tutu
On a little love beach
Where little boats, little boats, have a swing
Paulette Godard and Charlie Chaplin are there
Who invent tender things for us, tender things
While Hardy, who's fine
Still eats some "socialist" with sofrito
A song plays in the distance
By that singer who's not as bad as me
We make silent movies in the window
And we're so many thousands that every night we sit in the world's chicken coop
They cut off the light, giving us "power
So that we can see the cretins with thin lips and mean hearts
We make silent movies in the stars
So that Laurel can embroider a "striptease
On a little love beach
With palm trees that provide shade, shade
Keaton's breath plays a game
On the train that smokes, smokes
The real donkey Francis
Starts a Parsifal every Christmas
Groucho closes the National
Full of superb ladies' dresses with blue coats
There's a movie theater in the sky
When dreams burn us, burn us
A "Paradise" cinema
Because it makes it Sunday for us, Sunday
Where we can clean our hearts
From so much shit and "nonsense" made in the north
The whole universe, as if it were
The immense hall for the great dreams that aren't
...we're making silent movies in the stars