Текст и перевод песни Els Amics De Les Arts - Els Binocles D'En Pere

Els Binocles D'En Pere

Escoltes flamenco t'agrada viatjar,
No faltes mai a ioga i estudies italià.
Vas a la filmoteca i puges a estendre al terrat,
T'has fet vegetariana i balles txa-txa-txà.

Et desplaces en bici per no contaminar,
Expliques a ta mare que és bàsic reciclar.
Quan vas a Nicaragua en plan col•laborar,
Retrates la canalla, els tens encandilats.

Per mi que ho fas expressament,
Per mi que te m'han fet a mida.
Per mi ja podem finiquitar,
Per mi, el que em queda de vida.

Pel teu aniversari prepares un pastís,
En portes a la feina i per tots els teus veïns.
I a les festes de Gràcia decores el carrer,
Tanques els ulls i balles passant els pretendents.

Per mi que ho fas expressament,
Per mi que te m'han fet a mida.
Per mi ja podem finiquitar,
Per mi, el que em queda de vida.

Dines amb un tupper tallarines i chop suey,
Els teus secrets te'ls guarda aquell teu amic gay.
A les cinc de la tarda quan surts de treballar,
Els nens i les floristes et saluden al passar.

Per mi que ho fas expressament,
Per mi que te m'han fet a mida.
Per mi que si mai ets de veritat,
Per mi, semblaràs de mentida.

Pere's Opera Glasses

Flamenco is your taste, you love to travel,
Never miss yoga, and you study Italian.
You go to the cinema, and hang your laundry on the roof,
You've become a vegetarian, and you dance the cha-cha.

You travel by bike to not pollute,
You explain to your mother that recycling is important.
When you go to Nicaragua to help out,
You take pictures of the street kids, they're mesmerized by you.

I think you do it on purpose,
I think they made you just for me.
I think we can call it a day,
For me, for the rest of my life.

For your birthday you bake a cake,
You bring it to work and to all your neighbors.
And at the Gràcia festival you decorate the street,
You close your eyes and dance, ignoring the suitors.

I think you do it on purpose,
I think they made you just for me.
I think we can call it a day,
For me, for the rest of my life.

You eat noodles and chop suey out of a Tupperware for lunch,
You keep your secrets with that gay friend of yours.
At five o'clock when you leave work,
The kids and the flower sellers wave to you as you pass.

I think you do it on purpose,
I think they made you just for me.
I hope that if you're ever real,
For me, you'll just seem fake.