Текст и перевод песни Gertrudis - Pepa la Lletera

Pepa la Lletera

Pepa, la lletera,
Té les cames més fines del món.
Fa vuit dies,
Al ball del carrer de Sant Vicenç,
Totes les noies li deien, li deien.

Va anar a dormir tan a deshora,
Que son germà, matiner,
Ja apariava la bicicleta, la bicicleta.

I el diumenge següent,
Sortint del ball de la violeta
Li vaig dir:
"Pepa, Pepa quina son aquest matí".
Tan a deshora que era tard
I la monja la renyà
Deixa els pots al graó
I entre reny i reny i plor
Els ulls se li aclucaven
S'obrien tots els balcons.

Tan a deshora que era tard
I la monja la renyà
Deixa els pots al graó
I entre reny i reny i plor
Els ulls se li aclucaven.
S'obrien tots els balcons.

Dues hores més tard
Marxava clos amunt,
A cada mà dos pots de llet
Els ulls se li aclucaven.
Veia, ballant, deu mil parelles
Amb un clavell de llustrina al front;
Dels fanals japonesos esberlats,
Els flams s'escapaven cap al cel
I l'omplien d'estels.

Va arribar tan a deshora,
Que son germà, matiner,
Ja apariava la bicicleta, la bicicleta.

I el diumenge següent,
Sortint del ball de la violeta
Li vaig dir:
"Pepa, Pepa quina son aquest matí".
Tan a deshora que era tard
I la monja la renyà
Deixa els pots al graó
I entre reny i reny i plor
Els ulls se li aclucaven
S'obrien tots els balcons.

Tan a deshora que era tard
I la monja la renyà
Deixa els pots al graó
I entre reny i reny i plor
Els ulls se li aclucaven
S'obrien tots els balcons.

Pepa!
Les cases de banda i banda
Havien desaparegut.
Pepa!
Ai quina son aquest matí
Va respondre aquest dilluns
Pepa, Pepa!
Pepa, Pepa es veia sola al món
De cara al cel lluminós.

Pepa!
Tan a deshora que era tard,
Hora que era tard,
Hora que era tard.

Tan a deshora que era tard
I la monja la renyà
Deixa els pots al graó
I entre reny i reny i plor
Els ulls se li aclucaven
S'obrien tots els balcons.

Tan a deshora que era tard
I la monja la renyà
Deixa els pots al graó
I entre reny i reny i plor
Els ulls se li aclucaven
S'obrien tots els balcons.

Tan a deshora que era tard,
Tan a deshora que era tard,
Tan a deshora que era tard.

Tan a deshora que era tard
I la monja la renyà
Deixa els pots al graó
I entre reny i reny i plor
Els ulls se li aclucaven
S'obrien tots els balcons.

Tan a deshora que era tard
I la monja la renyà
Deixa els pots al graó
I entre reny i reny i plor
Els ulls se li aclucaven
S'obrien tots els balcons.

Pepa the Milkmaid

Pepa, the milkmaid,
Has the thinnest legs in the world.
Eight days ago,
At the dance on Saint Vincent Street,
All the girls were telling her, telling her.

She went to sleep so late,
That her brother, an early riser,
Was already preparing the bicycle, the bicycle.

And the following Sunday,
Leaving the violet dance
I told her:
"Pepa, Pepa, how sleepy you are this morning."
So late that it was already past time
And the nun scolded her
Leave the pots on the step
And between scolding and scolding and crying
Her eyes were closing
All the balconies were opening.

So late that it was already past time
And the nun scolded her
Leave the pots on the step
And between scolding and scolding and crying
Her eyes were closing.
All the balconies were opening.

Two hours later
She was walking up the hill,
Two pots of milk in each hand
Her eyes were closing.
She saw, dancing, ten thousand couples
With a tinsel carnation on their foreheads;
From the broken Japanese lanterns,
The flames escaped towards the sky
And filled it with stars.

She arrived so late,
That her brother, an early riser,
Was already preparing the bicycle, the bicycle.

And the following Sunday,
Leaving the violet dance
I told her:
"Pepa, Pepa, how sleepy you are this morning."
So late that it was already past time
And the nun scolded her
Leave the pots on the step
And between scolding and scolding and crying
Her eyes were closing
All the balconies were opening.

So late that it was already past time
And the nun scolded her
Leave the pots on the step
And between scolding and scolding and crying
Her eyes were closing
All the balconies were opening.

Pepa!
The houses on either side
Had disappeared.
Pepa!
Oh, how sleepy you are this morning
She answered this Monday
Pepa, Pepa!
Pepa, Pepa saw herself alone in the world
Facing the luminous sky.

Pepa!
So late that it was already past time,
Time that it was already past,
Time that it was already past.

So late that it was already past time
And the nun scolded her
Leave the pots on the step
And between scolding and scolding and crying
Her eyes were closing
All the balconies were opening.

So late that it was already past time
And the nun scolded her
Leave the pots on the step
And between scolding and scolding and crying
Her eyes were closing
All the balconies were opening.

So late that it was already past time,
So late that it was already past time,
So late that it was already past time.

So late that it was already past time
And the nun scolded her
Leave the pots on the step
And between scolding and scolding and crying
Her eyes were closing
All the balconies were opening.

So late that it was already past time
And the nun scolded her
Leave the pots on the step
And between scolding and scolding and crying
Her eyes were closing
All the balconies were opening.