Текст и перевод песни Brams - L'últim tirabol

L'últim tirabol

Era jove, era berguedà,
Estava a punt de fer vint-i-tres anys,
S'acostava Corpus, se li veia en els ulls
Encesos com espurnes de Patum.
Mig poble deia que era un bon sagal,
L'altre mig que era un bordegàs,
I la noia que estimava
No li fotia ni cas.
Dimecres de Patum vam quedar
A la barana però no s'hi va
Presentar,
En un revolt, amb el seu cotxe vell
Va deixar la pell.

Des d'un racó sentia els gegants,
La música acompanyava
Unes llàgrimes galta avall
Quan vaig tornar a la plaça.
Potser va ser la màgia de la Patum,
O la barreja de la cervesa,
Però aquell fet no va ser per a mi
Pas una sorpresa.
Em va semblar veure'l arribar
Amb el barret i el mocador nusat,
Em va dir que Sant Pere té per costum
Deixar als berguedans
Fer un darrer salt de Patum.

Amb una mirada de complicitat
I un somriure com tenia ell sol,
De bracet agafats vam saltar
L'últim Tirabol.

The Last Tirabol

I was young, I was from Berguedà,
I was about to turn twenty-three,
Corpus Christi was approaching, it could be seen in their eyes
Lit up like sparks of Patum.
Half the town said he was a good boy,
The other half that he was a rascal,
And the girl he loved,
Didn't give a damn about him.
On Wednesday of Patum we agreed,
To meet at the bar, but he didn't show up,
Present himself,
In a bend, with his old car,
He left his skin.

From a corner I could hear the giants,
The music accompanied
A few tears down my face,
When I returned to the square.
Maybe it was the magic of Patum,
Or the mix of beer,
But that fact didn't seem to me,
To be a surprise.
I thought I saw him arrive,
With his hat and tied handkerchief,
He told me that Saint Peter is used to,
Letting Berguedans,
Have one last Patum jump.

With a knowing look,
And a smile like only he had,
Arm in arm, arm in arm, we jumped
The last Tirabol.