Paroles et traduction Sopa De Cabra - L'Home Estatic

L'Home Estatic

Sol de llauna, cel de glaç
Dins el calaix d′un armari
Draps de dona i un infant
Amb un regust enigmàtic
Ve de néixer, està sorprès
Té uns grans ulls Modigliani
Absents, tristos, verds i oberts
I una vida fins que els tanqui
És l'home estàtic, la tristesa el té corprès
Les orenetes faran nius als seus cabells
Quan ja té tres anys no surt
A empaitar les papallones
Quan un gos lladra no fuig
I els vestits paguen la broma
Quan la neu remou el cel
Ell la mira en lloc de córrer
I li′n queda el rostre ple
Com les estàtues de Roma
És l'home estàtic, la tristesa el té corprès
Les orenetes faran nius als seus cabells
Més grandet troba un ocell
A sobre d'ell, a dalt d′un arbre
Ell no es mou i un excrement
Li fa blanc a mitja cara
Troba la nina d′un ull
La voldria per companya
Però no la mira ni acull
I la nina se'n va a França
És l′home estàtic, la tristesa el té corprès
Les orenetes faran nius als seus cabells
Una noia li ofereix un clavell per la solapa
Ell se'l mira però no el pren
I el clavell se l′endú un altre
Un estiu quan ell ja és gran
L'amor ve amb tres candidates
Ell les mira afalagat
Però l′amor té pressa i marxa
És l'home estàtic, la tristesa el té corprès
Les orenetes faran nius als seus cabells
Un bonic dia d'abril
Tot són flors i ell les olora
Però surt l′amo d′un jardí
I li fa una cara nova
Descobreix que no està bé
I vol dir-ho a una senyora
La senyora no l'entén
Perquè és mestra d′una escola
És l'home estàtic, la tristesa el té corprès
Les orenetes faran nius als seus cabells
Han passat anys, s′ha fet gran
I assegut davant la porta
I esperant l'enterrament
D′aquell de la cara nova
Cel de vidre, lluna d'or
Dins d'un caixó sense potes
Jeu el cos d′un home mort
Ningú riu i ningú plora
És l′home estàtic, la tristesa l'ha matat
Les orenetes d′ell, mort, fred, han emigrat

The Static Man

Tin sun, glass sky
Inside the drawer of a cupboard
Women's clothes and a child
With an enigmatic aftertaste
He has just been born, he is surprised
He has big Modigliani eyes
Absent, sad, green and open
And a life until he closes them
He's the static man, sadness has gripped him
Swallows will nest in his hair
When he is three years old he does not leave
To chase butterflies
When a dog barks he does not run away
And his clothes pay the joke
When the snow stirs the sky
He looks at it instead of running
And his face is full of it
Like the statues of Rome
He's the static man, sadness has gripped him
Swallows will nest in his hair
As he grows older he finds a bird
Above him, in the top of a tree
He does not move and an excrement
Makes him white half-way up his face
He finds the doll's eye
He would like it for a companion
But he does not look at it or welcome it
And the doll goes to France
He's the static man, sadness has gripped him
Swallows will nest in his hair
A girl offers him a carnation for his lapel
He looks at it but does not take it
And another takes the carnation
One summer when he is already grown
Love comes with three candidates
He looks at them, flattered
But love is in a hurry and leaves
He's the static man, sadness has gripped him
Swallows will nest in his hair
One beautiful day in April
Everything is flowers and he smells them
But the owner of a garden comes out
And gives him a new face
He discovers that he is not well
And he wants to tell a lady
The lady does not understand him
Because she's a school teacher
He's the static man, sadness has gripped him
Swallows will nest in his hair
Years have passed, he has grown old
And sitting in front of the door
And awaiting the burial
Of the man with the new face
Glass sky, golden moon
Inside a coffin without legs
Lies the body of a dead man
Nobody laughs and nobody cries
He's the static man, sadness has killed him
His swallows, dead, cold, have emigrated