Текст и перевод песни Gerard Quintana - Self Portrait

Self Portrait

Qui és que es beu la llum del dia anterior,
Qui buida foscor a les cavernes,
Qui talla el pastís de fruites que s'endú la millor part,
Qui taral·leja la impaciència,
Qui mastega bellesa,
Qui s'adorm com mai,
Qui et bull olors,
Qui s'ofèn per l'entusiasme,
Qui feineja l'ambulància,
Qui s'adiu al teu plor,
Qui és que et té i et fa malbé,
Qui et saneja,
Qui s'amaga avinenteses,
Qui s'empastifa dies de fang,
Qui t'adula,
Qui atresora el cianur,
Qui t'estranya,
Qui et calca positures.
Un portrait quan és self
I la batalla que és perduda.

Self Portrait

Who is it that drinks the light of the day before,
Who empties darkness in the caves,
Who cuts the fruit cake that takes the best part,
Who hums impatience,
Who chews beauty,
Who falls asleep like never before,
Who boils you scents,
Who is offended by enthusiasm,
Who feigns the ambulance,
Who says goodbye to your crying,
Who has you and spoils you,
Who heals you,
Who hides opportunities,
Who smears himself with days of mud,
Who flatters you,
Who treasures the cyanide,
Who misses you,
Who imitates your poses.
A self-portrait
And the battle that is lost.