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Papa, Jo Vull Ser Torero
Papa, I Want to Be a Bullfighter
Papa
jo
vull
ser
torero
Papa,
I
want
to
be
a
bullfighter
Papa
jo
vull
matar
toros
Papa,
I
want
to
kill
bulls
Papa
jo
vull
saltar
als
ruedos
Papa,
I
want
to
jump
into
the
rings
Ai
papa
jo
vull
ser
torero
Oh
papa,
I
want
to
be
a
bullfighter
I
el
pare
es
desesperava
And
my
father
despaired
Ell
que
era
tan
honorable
He
who
was
so
honorable
Potestat
de
la
sardana
Authority
of
the
sardana
I
de
les
lletres
catalanes
And
of
Catalan
letters
La
veritat
no
comprenia
The
truth
is
I
didn't
understand
Quin
cony
de
fill
que
tenia
What
a
crazy
son
I
had
Si
tenia
tot
el
que
volia
If
I
had
everything
I
wanted
Si
tenia
amor
tenia
família
If
I
had
love,
I
had
a
family
I
de
calés
no
li
faltaven
And
money
was
not
lacking
Ni
cultura
ni
ensenyança
Neither
culture
nor
learning
De
la
pulcra
i
refinada
Of
the
polished
and
refined
Existència
catalana
Catalan
existence
Papa
jo
vull
ser
torero
Papa,
I
want
to
be
a
bullfighter
Papa
jo
vull
matar
toros
Papa,
I
want
to
kill
bulls
Papa
jo
vull
saltar
als
ruedos
Papa,
I
want
to
jump
into
the
rings
Ai
papa
jo
vull
ser
torero
Oh
papa,
I
want
to
be
a
bullfighter
I
el
pare
des
de
les
grades
And
my
father
from
the
stands
I
com
patia
i
com
plorava
And
how
he
suffered
and
how
he
cried
Que
és
que
el
toro
empitonava
Because
the
bull
was
charging
Al
seu
fill
i
el
rebolcava
At
his
son
and
goring
him
Que
és
que
el
toro
va
arrancar-li
Because
the
bull
tore
off
Els
collons
d'una
cornada
His
balls
with
a
goring
I
l'hemorràgia
era
imparable
And
the
hemorrhage
was
unstoppable
Una
mort
inevitable
An
inevitable
death
Va
morir
a
la
infermeria
He
died
in
the
infirmary
De
la
plaça
a
mitja
tarda
Of
the
plaza
in
the
middle
of
the
afternoon
I
el
seu
fill
moria
torero
And
his
son
died
a
bullfighter
Ple
de
gloria
i
ple
de
fama
Full
of
glory
and
full
of
fame
Ple
de
clavells
a
la
tomba
Full
of
carnations
on
the
tomb
Banderilles
i
estampetes
Barbed
banderillas
and
holy
cards
I
als
balcons
geranis
negres
And
black
geraniums
on
the
balconies
Ai
papa
el
teu
fill
ha
mort
torero
Oh,
papa,
your
son
has
died
a
bullfighter
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Авторы: Albert Plá
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