Paroles et traduction Manel - Arriba l'alba a Sant Petersburg

Arriba l'alba a Sant Petersburg

Ara Babú es nota menys marejada
No es quedarà gaire més
Ja abaixa els ulls que miraven pensant
Quin ambient més estrany, crec que hi estaré bé
I és cert, ella es pensava que es quedaria

És cert que s'ho va pensar
Feia un dia clar, les famílies passejaven
Havien trobat un tauró mort a la platja

Ara Babú ha sortit a la plaça
Agraeix la potència del vent
Que escampa els anys malgastats
L'alcohol de la sang, les mirades dels quiosquers
I troba el seu amulet dins de la butxaca

Babú agafa fort l'amulet
Ja hi ha el llum encès quan arriba a Sadovaya
Pensa on anirà, asseguda a l'andana
I com necessitaria una idea
Com mai abans, ho ha d'admetre
Babú necessita una idea
Una bella i sòlida idea

S'obre el vagó i els secretaris mudats
Esprinten pujant les escales
Es corden l'abric, compren premsa i xiclets
I s'allunyen de la plaça

Lliscant per l'asfalt,mares mortes de son
Ballarines tornant a casa
I velles que creuen en mals esperits
I nenes que resen perquè els creixin els pits

Enmig del canal un vell oficial
Avui debuta a la llanxa
I li fa molta mandra, però haurà d'aturar
Uns lituans que corren massa

Hi ha algú que es planteja un repte imossible
Hi ha algú que emet un udol inaudible
Hi ha taxistes que badallen
Hi ha un home que espera que pixi el seu gos
Hi ha un floc de neu a la tomba d'un metge famós

Cables elèctrics, balcons esquerdats
Angles rectes, pintura blanca
I nius de cigonyes a dalt dels teulats
I llençols amb lletres brodades

I, al fons, ja s'eleven les plaques d'acer
A les grues de les drassanes
Darrera, al Bàltic, brillant com fanals
Meduses que entren en aigües internacionals

Dawn breaks in Saint Petersburg

Now Babú is feeling less seasick
There's not much longer to go
She lowers her gaze that was looking, thinking
What an odd atmosphere, I think I'll be fine
And it's true, she had thought she would stay

It's true that she thought about it
It was a clear day, the families were strolling
They had found a dead shark on the beach

Now Babú has gone out onto the square
She's grateful for the power of the wind
That's scattered the years wasted
The alcohol in her blood, the glances of the kiosk owners
And she finds her amulet in her pocket

Babú holds the amulet tight
The light is already on when she gets to Sadovaya
She thinks where she will go, sitting on the platform
And how she would need an idea
Like never before, she has to admit it
Babú needs an idea
A beautiful and solid idea

The carriage opens and the uniformed secretaries
Sprint up the stairs
They fasten their coats, buy newspapers and chewing gum
And walk away from the square

Dead mothers sliding on the asphalt, sleepy
Dancers going home
And old women who believe in evil spirits
And little girls who pray that their breasts will grow

In the middle of the canal an old official
Makes his debut on the launch today
And he's very lazy, but he'll have to stop
Some Lithuanians who are running too fast

There's someone who's setting an impossible challenge
There's someone who's emitting an inaudible scream
There are taxi drivers yawning
There's a man waiting for his dog to pee
There's a snowflake on the grave of a famous doctor

Electric cables, cracked balconies
Right angles, white paint
And storks' nests on the rooftops
And sheets with embroidered letters

And, in the background, the steel plates are already rising
On the cranes in the shipyards
Behind, in the Baltic, shining like streetlights
Jellyfish entering international waters