Текст и перевод песни Brams - El president

El president

Tenim un president
Que no ens el mereixem
Llegeix el diari Avui, porta barretina,
Puja al Pedraforca tot xiulant
La Santa Espina.
De dia és president,
De dia és honorable,
De nit quan no hi ha gent
Si li creuen els cables.

I a Sant Jaume tots els dies
Poc després que es pongui el sol
No vegis quines orgies
Munta el president Pujol.
I cardant pels despatxos,
Fent-se palles al balcó,
Tots els consellers borratxos
O bé amorrats al piló.
A la Marta la florista
Me li fot algun polvet
I ella no aparta la vista
D'aquell lliri sempre dret.

Jordi Pujol, sexe, droga,
I rock'n'roll

Amb en Lluís que pren amfetes
Van de tripis fins al cul
I es fan un munt de petes
De marihuana i de ful.
Duran Lleida i Cullell
Fan el que en Jordi els mana
No duen coca de forner
Duen coca colombiana,
I els veig tan feliços
Quan la coca han esnifat
Tot corrent pels passadissos
De la Generalitat.

En contra del que semblava
Ni sardana ni gregorià
A en Jordi el que li agrada
és el hard-core i l'ska.
En Pujol a la guitarra
Amb perruca fins als peus,

Roca toca la bataka,
Gasòliba fa les veus.
En Maragall d'enveja es mor
Des d'allà l'Ajuntament
En sentir-los tocar el rock,
El rock del President

The president

We have a president
Who we don't deserve
Reads the newspaper Avui, wears a barretina,
Climbs the Pedraforca while whistling
The Santa Espina.
By day he is president,
By day he is honorable,
By night when there are no people
If he believes the cables.

And at Sant Jaume every day
Shortly after the sun has set
You can't see what orgies
President Pujol is assembling.
And shuffling through the offices,
Jerking off on the balcony,
All the councilors drunk
Or tied to the pillory.
The florist Marta
I give her some fuck
And she doesn't take her eyes off
That always upright lily.

Jordi Pujol, sex, drugs,
And rock'n'roll

With Lluís who takes amphetamines
They're tripping their butts off
And they're smoking a lot of joints
Of marijuana and ful.
Duran Lleida and Cullell
Do what Jordi tells them
They don't bring baker's coke
They bring Colombian coke,
And I see them so happy
When they have snorted the coke
Running through the corridors
Of the Generalitat.

Contrary to what it seemed
Neither sardana nor Gregorian
What Jordi likes
is hard-core and ska.
Pujol on the guitar
With a wig to his feet,

Roca plays the drums,
Gasòliba does the vocals.
Maragall is dying of envy
From over there in the Town Hall
When he hears them playing rock,
The President's rock