Текст и перевод песни Brams - Ploramiques

Ploramiques

Són igual
Que canalla consentida,
Que fer mal
No els priva de cap regal:
Com nens murris amb pistola,
Fotent sempre allò que volen,
Per a ells tota la cassola
Mai no és prou.
No deu ser prou alegria
Viure a cal carnisseria,
Que han d'anar a casa el veí a
Fer enrenou.

Tant els és tot mentre tinguin l'estrella de sheriff
I un parell d'indius a prop per poder putejar,
Però si algun dia els foten dues torres a terra
Fan el sorprès, el dolgut i es posen a plorar.

Ploramiques!

Pensàvem "quan creixin canviaran",
Però no sé pas si podrem esperar tant.

I aniran
Per arrencar la barba
Al que, badant,
Els passi per davant.
Tornaran a pagar els plats,
Els sencers i els trencats,
Els que estan acostumats
A omplir-los poc.
I acabada la faena
Tindran la caixa tan plena,
Que haurà prou valgut la pena
L'enderroc.

Ja sé que és lleig i que als nens no se'ls ha de picar,
I és una cosa que jo sempre he defensat,
Però creu-me que un parell d'hòsties ben donades
Ells les mereixen i jo quedaria descansat.

Au, passeu avall, no ens vingueu plorant,
Mai no rebreu tant com heu estat donant.

Ploramiques

They are just like
That spoiled brat,
To harm
Doesn't deprive them of any gift:
Like street kids with a gun,
Always fucking what they want,
For them the whole pot
Never enough.
It must not be enough joy
To live at the butcher's,
That they have to go to the neighbor's house to
To make a fuss.

They don't care as long as they have the sheriff's star
And a pair of Indians nearby to be able to harass,
But if one day they get two towers on the ground
They play the surprised, the grieving man and they start to cry.

Crybabies!

We thought "when they grow up they will change",
But I don't know if we can wait that long.

And they will go
To pluck the beard
To whom, yawning,
They pass in front.
They will pay for the dishes again,
The whole and the broken,
Those who are used to
Fill them little.
And finished the task
They will have the box so full,
That it will have been worth it
The demolition.

I know it's ugly and children shouldn't be beaten,
And it's something I've always defended,
But believe me a couple of well-given hosts
They deserve them and I would be rested.

Come on, go down, don't come crying,
You will never receive as much as you have been giving.