Текст и перевод песни Els Amics De Les Arts - Miracles (En Directe)

Miracles (En Directe)

Jo que era feliç vivint installat
En l'eterna improvització de low cost
Divendres de cine, va fotem algo i menús degustació.

Ja em vaig ensumar que tot aquell silenci
Era el preludi d'una gran declaració
Vas parar la tele, et vas girar, vas somriure i vas dir
"Joan, a això nostre li manquen emocions".

I quan ets dona hi ha un moment
Que de dins sents una crida
I no saps per què però tens un gran desig
Tan gran com la vida, i prens una decisió.
I a tu potser et va semblar
Que marcava un pas de funky
Però era un moviment d'espatlla,
Gentilesa d'un calfred farcit de pànic.
Ho reconec, vaig tenir por.

Carinyo no soc en Terry Maison
Però fa dies que he detectat
Un immens desig de ser mare
I creu-me que no estic preparat,
He dit que no estic preparat.

Nou mesos després va arribar la Maria
I ves per on de sobte sen's feia molt curt el dia
I molt llarga la nit.
I ens vam autoimposar fer esport
I minimitzar dèries que tu i jo,
Carinyo meu, no hem estat mai uns fora de sèrie
Ni de cos ni d'esperit.

Carinyo no em demanis miracles
No soc com el Bitter Cass
En tenim un i ja en vols un altre
I a mi em cal anar a pas a pas.
He dit que em cal anar pas a pas
A paaaas.

I fins aquí, au revoir senyors.
Ara passem a una altra lliga
De bolquers, escoles, Dalsy, de patir fora de mida.
D'elevins cada dissabte, de fer ok des de la grada
I de renunciar al que som per madurar a marxes forçades.

Però sempre queda un Peter Pan
Foten la guitza a dintre nostre
Atrinxerat en aquells temps
Sense preocupacions ni sostre.

Però no patiu que no esteu sols
Però no patiu que per a mirar d'alleugerir-ho, no patiu...

Podrem fer de tant en tant un Guitar Hero...

Miracles (Live)

I used to enjoy living in limbo
Low cost improv galore
Friday night movies, some weed and tasting menus.

I had a feeling that all that silence
Was the prelude to a big declaration
You paused the TV, turned to me, smiled, and said,
"Honey, this thing of ours is missing excitement".

And sometimes as a women
You hear a call from within.
You don't know why, but you have this deep yearning
As big as life itself, and you make a decision.
And to you it might have seemed like
I was marking a funky beat
But it was a shrug,
Courtesy of a chill filled with panic.
I have to admit, I was scared.

Baby, I'm not Terry Maison
But I've noticed for days
An immense desire to become a mother
And believe me, I'm not ready,
I said I'm not ready.

Nine months later, Maria was born
And suddenly the days felt so short
And the nights so long.
We decided to start exercising
And minimize our indulgences, because you and I,
My love, we're not extraordinary
Neither in body nor in mind.

Darling, don't ask me for miracles
I'm not like Terry Cass.
We have one and now you want another
And I need to take this step-by-step.
I said I need to take this step-by-step
Slooowly.

And thus far, au revoir, my friends.
We're moving on to the next league,
Of diapers, school, Dalsy, and worry.
Of soccer games on Saturday, and cheering from the sidelines,
And giving up who we are to mature at forced marches.

But there's always a Peter Pan
Stirring inside us
Entrenched in those days
Without worries or a roof over our heads.

But don't worry, you're not alone,
Don't worry, to lighten the mood, don't worry...

Every now and then we can play some Guitar Hero...