Текст и перевод песни Albert Plá - La Vida D'un Gat

La Vida D'un Gat

El seu pare era un vell gat gordo i coix
I sa mare una gata de carrer
I ell va néixer una nit sota la pluja
Però sa mare morí al part
I el seu pare d'un infart
I va quedar abandonat pel mig dels prats
Moriria de gana moriria congelat
Però sort que era un gat i tenia set vides

No tenia ni pares ni un amic
Ni un padrí de família que el cuidés
I així solitari justet amb uns dies de vida
Va arrossegar el cos per un camí fins la ciutat
I va ser en creuar una carretera
Que un camió va i l'atropella en un pas zebra
Però sort que era un gat i tenia set vides

I va sentir-se deprimit dèbil agobiat
Tan esclafat sota el camió
On hi veia que no podia que no podia respirar
Però per res la vida no volia deixar el gat

I ferit i amb la por a la mort
Va seguir una nena i la nena el va agafar
Va acollir-lo en braços va posar-li un nom ridícul
Se l'endugué a casa seva i va mostrar-lo a la família
Però un pare sense escrúpols que l'agafa per l'esquena
I mentre renyava la nena el va tirar per la finestra

Però sort que era un gat i tenia set vides
Set pisos de caiguda i quedà viu sobre l'acera
Rebentat i destrossat però hi ha més vides que l'esperen
Vida hi ha vida

Però aconseguí aixecar-se aconseguí caminar
Aconseguí creuar la ciutat fins al port
I va va veure el mar i va veure un peix
Va acostar-se al moll però va relliscar

I va caure a l'aigua va sentir-se perdut
Ho tenia clar moriria ofegat
Però sort que era un gat i tenia set vides
Era patètic veure com s'enganxava a la vida
Xapotejant cap a un barco que es llargava mar endintre
I aconseguí pujar-s'hi mig ofegat mort de pena
Va passar tota la infància dintre d'un vaixell de pesca

Set mesos després va desembarcar
En una terra estranya apocalíptica i ingrata
Les cases mig destruïdes de gent morta o bé matant-se
I un merder de crits histèrics de terrors i focs i nervis
I de cop una bomba li va petar sota els peus
I va sortir volant pels aires despedint-se de la vida

Però sort que era un gat i tenia set vides
I en aquell país de merda hi havia guerra hi havia guerra
I on reina la violència t'acribillen per la jeta
El cos ple de metralla que es moria que es moria
Quan va esdevenir un prodigi que ell no hagués esperat mai

Una gata preciosa i piadosa el recollí
I amb el temps i unes carícies va curar-li les ferides
I es tirà follant els dies que passà en convalescència
Però la gateta ocultava que estimava un altre gat
Què dic un gat que allò era un tigre
Que ho va descobrir un mal dia va jurar que els mataria
Això era un liu de faldilles

Però sort que era un gat i tenia set vides
Imagineu aquella bèstia una espècie de legionari
Reclamant com a venjança lenta mort pels dos amants
La gata quedà morta desgarrada a esgarrapades
I ell de què sinó s'escapa perseguit com una rata

Van acabar-se els tiros i eren temps de pau
De pau però misèria de penes i gana
I un dia el gat tornà a sentir que el seu cos levitava
Que el seu cos desafiava tota llei de gravetat
Per les potes l'agafaven i del terra l'aixecaven
I una veu il·lusionada que el mirava i exclamava

Yujúúú família avui per dinar tenim gat a la brasa
Però sort que era un gat i tenia set vides
I va sortir per potes de miracle que no el pesquen
Que no acaba com un plat de subsistència
A la postguerra hi ha gana hi ha gana

Ja havien passat set vides però el gatet mai no es moria
La veritat no comprenia la gràcia d'aquesta vida
I ara tan sols s'arrastrava sols errava sols vagava
Ja era un vell gatot de merda despreciat per tot el món

Que era el pot de les hòsties que és que estava cremat
I es que hòstia puta quina vida més perra que tenia
Però per desgràcia era un gat i tenia set vides

The Life of a Cat

His father was an old fat and lame cat
And his mother a street cat
And he was born one night in the rain
But his mother died in childbirth
And his father of a heart attack
And he was left abandoned in the middle of the meadows
He would die of hunger, he would die frozen
But luckily he was a cat and had seven lives

He had no parents, no friends
Not a single family member to take care of him
And so lonely, barely a few days old
He dragged his body along a path to the city
And it was while crossing a road
That a truck goes and runs him over at a zebra crossing
But luckily he was a cat and had seven lives

And he felt depressed, weak, overwhelmed
So crushed under the truck
Where he saw that he couldn't, that he couldn't breathe
But life didn't want to leave the cat at all

And wounded and with the fear of death
He followed a girl and the girl took him
She took him in her arms, gave him a ridiculous name
She took him home and showed him to the family
But a unscrupulous father grabs him by the back
And while scolding the girl, he threw him out the window

But luckily he was a cat and had seven lives
Seven floors of fall and he was left alive on the sidewalk
Broken and shattered, but there are more lives waiting for him
There is life, there is life

But he managed to get up, he managed to walk
He managed to cross the city to the port
And he saw the sea and he saw a fish
He approached the pier but slipped

And he fell into the water, he felt lost
He was sure he would drown
But luckily he was a cat and had seven lives
It was pathetic to see how he clung to life
Splashing towards a ship that was sailing out to sea
And he managed to get on it, half-drowned, heartbroken
He spent his entire childhood inside a fishing boat

Seven months later he disembarked
In a strange, apocalyptic and ungrateful land
The houses half destroyed, with people dead or killing each other
And a mess of hysterical screams, terrors, fires and nerves
And suddenly a bomb exploded under his feet
And he went flying through the air, saying goodbye to life

But luckily he was a cat and had seven lives
And in that shitty country there was war, there was war
And where violence reigns, they riddle your face
His body full of shrapnel, he was dying, he was dying
When a miracle happened that he had never expected

A beautiful and pious cat took him in
And with time and some caresses, she healed his wounds
And he spent the days of his convalescence fucking like crazy
But the little cat was hiding that she loved another cat
What do I say a cat, that thing was a tiger
Which he discovered one bad day, he swore he would kill them
This was a skirt-chaser

But luckily he was a cat and had seven lives
Imagine that beast, a kind of legionary
Claiming as slow revenge death for the two lovers
The cat was left dead, torn to shreds
And he, how else, escapes, pursued like a rat

The shots were over and it was a time of peace
Of peace but misery, of hardships and hunger
And one day the cat felt his body levitate again
That his body defied all law of gravity
They grabbed him by the legs and lifted him off the ground
And an excited voice looked at him and exclaimed

Yujúúú family, today for lunch we have grilled cat
But luckily he was a cat and had seven lives
And he got away by a miracle that they didn't catch him
That he didn't end up as a subsistence dish
In the postwar period there is hunger, there is hunger

Seven lives had already passed, but the kitten never died
The truth is, he didn't understand the grace of this life
And now he just crawled, he just wandered, he just roamed
He was already a shitty old cat, despised by everyone

That he was the punching bag, that he was burnt out
And that damn, what a shitty life he had
But unfortunately he was a cat and had seven lives