Текст и перевод песни Lax'n'Busto - Blues Del Diumenge - Live

Blues Del Diumenge - Live

La plaça du un bany extra de Sol.
Si jo ahir era un vampir,
Per què no estic dormint?
Correus és tancat,
El dia ha començat havent dinat.

No vull que es faci fosc
Quan el cor em canti el blues del diumenge.
Em moriré, tot taronja al meu carrer.
Sospir prop del teu pit.

No faré res perquè no vull ni que pogués.
Resposen les neurones del bonic ball d'ahir.
Ben quiet com un gripau
Em miro els meus mitjons de color blau.

No vull que es faci fosc
Quan el cor em canti el blues del diumenge.
Em moriré, tot taronja al meu carrer.
Sospir prop del teu pit.

I com que tu també seràs de gelatina
Et menjaré amb una cullereta.
I tu, si vols, et pots menjar un borratxo,
Que també fa diumenge, ooooh diumenge...

No vull que es faci fosc
Quan el cor em canti el blues del diumenge.
Em moriré, tot taronja al meu carrer.
Sospir prop del teu pit.

Quan es fa fosc,
Quan el cor em canti el blues del diumenge.
Em moriré, tot taronja el meu carrer.
Sospir prop del teu pit.

Sunday Blues - Live

The square took an extra bit of sun.
If I was a vampire yesterday,
Why am I not sleeping?
The post office is closed,
The day has begun after lunch.

I don't want it to get dark
When my heart sings the Sunday blues.
I'll die, all orange in my street.
Sigh near your chest.

I will do nothing because I don't want to and I couldn't even if I wanted to.
The neurons rest from yesterday's beautiful dance.
Very quiet like a toad
I look at my blue socks.

I don't want it to get dark
When my heart sings the Sunday blues.
I'll die, all orange in my street.
Sigh near your chest.

And since you too will be of jelly
I'll eat you with a spoon.
And you, if you want, you can eat a drunk,
Because it's also Sunday, ooooh Sunday...

I don't want it to get dark
When my heart sings the Sunday blues.
I'll die, all orange in my street.
Sigh near your chest.

When it gets dark,
When my heart sings the Sunday blues.
I'll die, all orange my street.
Sigh near your chest.