Текст и перевод песни Lax'n'Busto - Pagès

Pagès

En Joan era un pobre pagès.
Ell sempre humil, ell sempre honest.
Vivia amb l'hermosa Maria,
I ho feia tot perquè sempre mengés.

En canvi en Lluís era molt ric,
A ell mai no li va faltar de res.
Com si tot el que ell volgués,
En dir-ho, als peus ho tingués.

I és que uns tant,
I altres tant poc,
Però tots feliços tal com són.

Un dia el Lluís es va creuar
Amb la Maria passejant,
I enamorat es va jurar
Pagar per ella el preu més alt.

I en aquells temps va haver una guerra.
En Joan jove i fort per força va marxar.
En Lluís no era apte per morir.
Això és una merda, tio has d'aguantar.

Tot era estrany en els seus ulls.
La por, l'odi, la tristor.

I la Maria se'l va mirar,
Com si ja no pogués veure'l mai més.
Llavors el Lluís va aprofitar
I a la Maria va comprar, i li va dir:

Sé que m'estaves esperant, jo no t'havia oblidat,
Jo et puc donar tot el què vols.
Tinc tot el què puguis desitjar

Sé que m'estaves esperant, jo no t'havia oblidat,
Jo et puc donar tot el què vols.
Tinc tot el què puguis desitjar

Agafa'm de la mà, corre i no t'ho pensis massa,
Que et donaré el què vols, si no ho tens en aquesta casa.
Jo sé el que tu vols i tu fa temps que ho desitjaves,
Pensa el què faràs i com viuràs a partir d'ara.

El Joan no tornarà, és el seu fi. Jo ja ho sabia.
Si fos tu "sí" diria i no m'ho pensaria més.
Jo et dono flors i joies, festes criats i vestits.
Jo et cobriré d'or, plata, bons perfums i Weiss do Frings.

I la Maria, se'l va mirar
I de la mà el va agafar.
Anava tot cega amb tants regals,
Que sense pensar-s'ho, del Joan va passar! i li va dir:

Jo en tu ja no et puc esperar, tu em fas patir i treballar.
Ell tot el dia juga amb mi, bona sort que l'hagi trobat

Jo en tu ja no et puc esperar, tu em fas patir i treballar.
Ell tot el dia juga amb mi, bona sort que l'hagi trobat

Aquell pobre pagès sabia que anava a morir.
Llavors va dir: "si em moro, tu també et mores amb mi".
La va esperar a les fosques al carrer tota la nit,
Quan ella va sortir la va matar sense patir.

Amb la mateixa arma es va fer ell un tret al cap,
Va caure estès a terra amb la Maria al seu costat.
La conya de la història amics meus reflexioneu:
No és que en Joan morís, sinó que el Lluís està de peu.

I el Lluís se'ls va mirar,
Va ser d'aquells dies que més va plorar.
Sol es trobava amb els seus calers,
Per molts que en tingués, massa car per ell, i es va dir:

Segur que algú m'està esperant, això ho oblido jo demà.
A moltes noies puc comprar, no importa a qui hagi de trepitjar

Segur que algú m'està esperant, això ho oblido jo demà.
A moltes noies puc comprar, no importa a qui hagi de trepitjar

Farmers

John was a humble farmer,
Always upright, honest, and true.
He lived with his beautiful Maria,
Working hard to provide for the two.

Louis, in contrast, was very rich,
He never lacked a single thing.
As if all that he desired,
Would appear at his feet with a simple ring.

Some have so much,
And others so little,
But all find happiness as they are able.

One day, Louis crossed paths
With Maria as she took a stroll,
He fell in love and swore to himself
He'd pay the highest price to have her soul.

And in those times, a war did arise.
John, young and strong, was forced to depart.
Louis wasn't fit to die,
"This is a mess, man, you must play your part."

Everything seemed strange in his eyes,
The fear, the hate, the sorrow's sting.

And Maria looked at him,
As if she might never see him again.
Louis seized the opportunity then,
He bought Maria's love, and to her, he did say:

I know you were waiting for me, I haven't forgotten you,
I can give you everything you desire.
I have all that you could ever dream of, it's true.

I know you were waiting for me, I haven't forgotten you,
I can give you everything you desire.
I have all that you could ever dream of, it's true.

Take my hand, run and don't think too much,
I'll give you what you want, if you don't have it in this house.
I know what you want, and you've desired it for a long time,
Think about what you will do and how you will live from now on.

John will not return, it's his end. I already knew it.
If I were you, I'd say "yes" and wouldn't think twice.
I give you flowers and jewels, parties, servants and dresses.
I will cover you with gold, silver, good perfumes and Weiss do Frings.

And Maria, she looked at him
And took him by the hand with a sigh.
She was blinded by all the gifts he'd bring,
That without a second thought, she forgot John, and she replied:

I can no longer wait for you, you make me suffer and toil.
He plays with me all day long, good thing I found him, my sweet spoil.

I can no longer wait for you, you make me suffer and toil.
He plays with me all day long, good thing I found him, my sweet spoil.

That poor farmer knew he was going to die.
Then he said, "If I die, you die with me tonight."
He waited for her in the dark on the street all night long,
When she came out, he killed her without a song.

With the same weapon, he shot himself in the head,
He fell to the ground with Maria by his side, lying dead.
The punchline of the story, my friends, reflect upon this well:
It's not that John died, but that Louis is still alive and well.

And Louis looked at them both,
It was one of the days he cried the most.
He was alone with his money, it's true,
No matter how much he had, it was too expensive for him, and he said to himself anew:

Surely someone is waiting for me, I'll forget this tomorrow.
I can buy many girls, it doesn't matter who I have to step on, even in sorrow.

Surely someone is waiting for me, I'll forget this tomorrow.
I can buy many girls, it doesn't matter who I have to step on, even in sorrow.