Текст и перевод песни Francesc Pi De La Serra - L'home del Carrer

L'home del Carrer

Aquest homenet que tot ho fa bé
Que sempre camina, que sempre camina
Aquest homenet que res no pot fer
Des d'ara en direm l'home del carrer

No es lleva mai tard, s'afaita molt bé
La patilla esquerra, la patilla esquerra
Esmorza poquet, perquè no en té més
Mireu si ho fa bé, l'home del carrer

Treu un cigarret, ai no, que no en té
Quan fuma és de gorra, quan fuma és de gorra
Els amics, si el veuen, fan tots el distret...
Que poc fumaràs, home del carrer

Baixa amb ascensor, ai no, que no en té
Camina de pressa, camina de pressa
Truca al principal, obre la Roser
Et que ve no ho dic... home del carrer

La dona no ho sap, ai no, que no en té
Abans en tenia, malament que penso
Se li va morir, ja ni sap de què
Això és un pecat, home del carrer

Obre el seu cotxet, ai no, que no en té
No té una pesseta, no té una pesseta
No vol descanviar el seu bitllet darrer...
Ja veus quin paper, home del carrer

A peu va al treball, d'això sí que en té
Molt menys en voldria, mol menys en voldria
Si no hi ha calés, tampoc no hi ha Roser...
Ho tens molt pelut, home del carrer

El cap li fa mal, ai no, que no en té
Abans en tenia, abans en tenia
Un dia el va perdre i no el trobà més...
No tens res de res, home del carrer

The Man in the Street

This little man who does everything well
Who always walks, who always walks
This little man who can do nothing
From now on we'll call him the man in the street

He never gets up late, he shaves very well
His left sideburn, his left sideburn
He eats a little breakfast, because he doesn't have more
Look how well he does it, the man in the street

He takes out a cigarette, oh no, he doesn't have one
When he smokes it's for free, when he smokes it's for free
His friends, if they see him, all look away...
That little cigarette, man in the street

He goes down with the elevator, oh no, he doesn't have one
He walks fast, he walks fast
He rings the main bell, Roser opens the door
And what you'll think...

His wife doesn't know it, oh no, he doesn't have one
He used to have one, I think badly
She died, he doesn't even know what from
That's a sin, man in the street

He opens his little car, oh no, he doesn't have one
He doesn't have a dime, he doesn't have a dime
He doesn't want to change his last bill...
You see what a mess, man in the street

He goes to work on foot, that's what he has
He'd like much less, much less
If there's no money, there's no Roser...
You've got it all hairy, man in the street

Your head hurts, oh no, you don't have one
He used to have one, he used to have one
One day he lost it and couldn't find it...
You have nothing left, man in the street