Текст и перевод песни Atupa - Records

Records

Elena estava cansada d'intentar fer-nos callar
Així que s'alçà i anà cap a la finestra,
I allí una estona va estar fins que una intel•ligent amiga
L'acompanyà en el seu mut crit, mirant el dia.

Prompte tots callàvem disposats a continuar
I no recordí "La llengua de les papallones".
Elena l'havia recomanat el dia d'abans
I jo era molt jove, per conjugar eixes coses.

El día que Elisa arribà, no va fer amics
I per ser sincer, en tenia un parell el dia que se'n va anar.
La primera immigrant a classe, no parlava massa,
I a principis de març l'aniversari es va apropar.

Recorde convidar a tota l'aula menys a ella
Elena em demanà raons i jo vaig sentir vergonya.
Vaig convidar-la i no va vindre i tot es va arreglar
Però la meua relació amb Elisa mai no va canviar.

Recorde arribar a casa, vore a ma mare preocupada
Atenent una trucada, Àngels Barceló a la pantalla
Confonent-se quan va caure la segona torre.
Anunciaríem que aniríem a la guerra prompte

I la setmana següent Elena ens va fer assatjar
La muralla de Quilapayun. La vam representar
Un día assolellat al pati de l'escola.
Tots amb les mans agafades déiem: "no a la guerra"

Recordant com ens han educat.
Coses que et passen de menút i que entens quan et fas gran.
El missatge no va explícit en el canal.
El món que ens envolta: fent-nos encaixar

Recordant com ens han educat.
De vegades per a bé, de vegades no tant.
Això ens tocarà dedidir-ho més endavant.
El món que ens envolta i els seus habitants.

Un dia em van castigar a netejar una paret
Que havia embrutat, dibuixant un insult a un company.
Un altre dia vaig empentar al meu amor secret
I Elena em digué que a una dona això no se li fa.

Recorde quan una mostra d'estimar
Era deixar que una xica es sentara al bus al teu costat.
I amb eixe estigma vam viatjar a l'Hemisfèric,
A la Font Roja, a l'Albufera, i al Jardí Botànic.

Aprenent filosofia en els llibrets de "Pensa-Hi".
Llegiem per torns i alguns ho feien amb por
I jo estava convençut que era el millor de tots
Quan llegia orgullós, un poema d'amor.

Recorde estiuejar a Dénia i en vore aquella muntanya
Evocar la mestra cantar: "el vell Montgó es desperta".
Recorde anar a les trobades un any
I dir "Esos quienes son mamà?" "Esos son Al Tall".

Recorde un sermó que una mare em va donar
Quan anomení el seu fill Adrián i no Adrià.
Recorde recórrer comarques "A Colp de Pedal".
Que el millor amic és un llibre resultà ser real.

Estic prou orgullós de recordar allà on vaig
L' escola pública a l'horta de Benifaraig,
Però recorde un trist comiat i l'últim final de curs
I abandonar l'escola per anar a l'institut.

Aquell va ser l'estiu en què va morir el pare
I ma mare es quedà al càrrec i collons no li'n faltaren
Per fer dels seus fills homes de profit alegres.
No em dóna res més orgull que el seu orgull cap a nosaltres.

Recorde les primeres classes
I sentir preguntar als mestres quina llengua emprar.
Recorde tindre bons professors de dretes
I que em pareguera estrany que em posaren bones notes.

Recorde un professor que explicava prou pausat
En valencià coses de plantes i minerals.
Ens pareixia pesat i avorrit i no sabíem
Apreciar eixe esforç per part d'un castellanoparlant.

Recorde aprendre a suspendre sense que el món s'acabara
I començar a escriure rap donant-li estil a la paraula.
Recorde classes a les quals no volia anar
I cançons que no haguera escrit sense el que aprenguí al estar.

I m'agradaria recordar haver estudiat solfeig,
M'alegre de no recordar ni comunió ni bateig.
Està bé que ens deixen eixes coses a nosaltres
Perquè no s'ha d'oblidar que sóm esponges.

En definitiva açò és perquè m'estime als que
Et fan vore la vida tal com la disfruten més.
I és que m'alegra la gent que comet l'error i l'encert
D'intentar educar-nos per a que ens pareguem a ells.

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Elena was tired of trying to make us be quiet,
So she got up and went to the window,
And she stayed there for a while until an intelligent friend
Joined her in her silent cry, looking at the day.

Soon we were all silent and ready to continue,
And I didn't remember "Butterfly Tongues".
Elena had recommended it the day before,
And I was too young to put these things together.

The day Elisa arrived, she didn't make friends,
And to be honest, she had a couple the day she left.
The first immigrant in class, she didn't talk much,
And in early March, her birthday was approaching.

I remember inviting the whole class except her,
Elena asked me why, and I felt ashamed.
I invited her, but she didn't come, and everything was okay.
But my relationship with Elisa never changed.

I remember coming home, seeing my mother worried,
Taking a call, Angels Barcelo on the screen,
Getting confused when the second tower fell.
We would soon announce that we would go to war.

And the following week Elena made us rehearse
Quilapayun's "The Wall". We performed it
One sunny day in the schoolyard.
All holding hands, we said: "No to war".

Remembering how we were raised.
Things that happen to you often and you understand when you grow up.
The message is not explicit on the channel.
The world around us: making us fit in.

Remembering how we were raised.
Sometimes for good, sometimes not so much.
We'll have to decide this later.
The world around us and its inhabitants.

One day I was punished by having to clean a wall
That I had dirtied, drawing an insult to a company.
Another day I pushed my secret love,
And Elena told me that you don't do that to a woman.

I remember when a sign of love
Was to let a girl sit next to you on the bus.
And with that stigma we traveled to the Hemispheric,
To the Font Roja, to the Albufera, and to the Botanical Garden.

Learning philosophy in the "Think About It" booklets.
We read in turns and some did it with fear,
And I was convinced I was the best of all
When I proudly read a love poem.

I remember summering in Denia and seeing that mountain,
Evoking the teacher singing: "The old Montgo awakens".
I remember going to the meetings one year
And saying "Who are those, Mom?" "Those are Al Tall".

I remember a lecture a mother gave me
When I named her son Adrian and not Adria.
I remember traveling through regions "By Pedal Stroke".
That the best friend is a book turned out to be real.

I'm quite proud to remember where I went,
The public school in the Benifaraig orchard,
But I remember a sad farewell and the last final exam
And leaving school to go to high school.

That was the summer my father died,
And my mother was left in charge, and damn it, she didn't lack the balls
To make her children successful and cheerful men.
Nothing makes me prouder than her pride in us.

I remember the first classes,
And hearing the teachers ask what language to use.
I remember having good right-wing teachers,
And it seemed strange to me that they gave me good grades.

I remember a teacher who explained quite calmly
In Valencian about plants and minerals.
We found it heavy and boring and didn't know
How to appreciate that effort from a Spanish speaker.

I remember learning to fail without the world ending
And starting to write rap, giving style to the word.
I remember classes I didn't want to go to
And songs I wouldn't have written without what I learned from being there.

And I would like to remember having studied music theory,
I'm glad I don't remember communion or baptism.
It's good that they leave those things to us
Because we must not forget that we are sponges.

Ultimately, this is because I love those who
Make you see life as they enjoy it most.
And it makes me happy to see people who make the mistake and the right decision
Of trying to raise us to be like them.