Текст и перевод песни Glaucs - Balls de Saló

Balls de Saló

No esperen miracles
Fan balls de saló
Segueixen coses pautades
Trepitgen petjades
Tan buits d'emoció
Ja ho deien a les notícies
Que falten carices
I sobra carbó.

No ho entenc
Tot sembla fet a la mida
Per fer de la vida
Un camí per la gent
Que va menjant cireretes
Passeja amb xancletes
I no fa servir el cervell.

I sol, tan perdut
M'importen poc les paraules
No puc adreçar-les.
I jo, sense tu
Segueixo coses pautades
Trepitjo petjades
Faig balls de saló...
Em faig por.

Parlour Games

Don't expect miracles
They play parlour games
They follow prescribed things
They tread on footsteps
So devoid of emotion
They said it in the news
That faces are missing
And there's too much coal.

I don't understand it
Everything seems custom-made
To make life
A path for people
Who go around eating cherries
Walk around in sandals
And don't use their brains.

And alone, so lost
I care little for words
I can't address them.
And I, without you
Follow prescribed things
I tread on footsteps
I play parlour games...
I scare myself.