Текст и перевод песни Manel - BBVA

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Som a la carretera de Manresa a Berga
En un cotxe resplendent que corre massa
Han trobat a la guantera
Algun CD acceptable
És dimecres, de matinada
I els dos fugitius canten

Creuen per Molló i en una clariana
Ell l'abraça com un nen i s'adorm a l'acte
El sol va encenent el bosc i ella lluita amb les imatges
Un caixer fent-se el valent, un revòlver disparant-se

Compren la moto a un pagès pel preu de quatre
I acceleren entre vinyes solitàries
Al semàfor d'Estagel els saluden uns gendarmes
Però a la ràdio no diuen res
No s'està seguint cap rastre

Ell s'afaita el cap, ella es posa morena
Els dies passen lents, a la tarda passegen
Ell juga a frontó amb un empresari en hores baixes
Ella es tanca al bungalou i a la nit fingeix orgasmes

Que bo és sortir al carrer, que et toqui l'aire
Són dos enamorats tan adorables
Ell parla del futur i es projecta sense xarxa
I el paradís comença en una pizzeria de Lausana

I quin riure els noms dels passaports
Ell els diu en veu alta
Potser semblarà més francès, diu, traient-se la barba
Ella respon com pot i plora rere la porta tancada
Així no podré, amor meu
No, a costa dels altres

I, en fi, ell ha passat el trajecte a coberta
Ja veu el blau marí de la terra promesa
Però per ella no patiu, que al calabós hi ha trobat calma
S'ha fet a la foscor i ha posat nom a les rates
I ha trobat un nom bonic per a cada rata

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We are on the road from Manresa to Berga
In a shiny car that runs too fast
They found in the glove compartment
A somewhat acceptable CD
It's Wednesday, early morning
And the two fugitives sing

They pass through Molló and in a clearing
He hugs her like a child and falls asleep on the spot
The sun ignites the forest and she grapples with the images
A cashier playing the hero, a gun going off

They buy a motorcycle from a farmer for the price of four
And accelerate through solitary vineyards
At the traffic light in Estagel, they are greeted by some gendarmes
But on the radio, they say nothing
No trace is being followed

He shaves his head, she gets a tan
The days pass slowly, in the afternoon they walk
He plays pelota with a businessman in low hours
She locks herself in the bungalow and at night fakes orgasms

Oh how good it is to go out, to feel the air
They are two lovers so adorable
He talks about the future and projects himself without a safety net
And paradise begins in a pizzeria in Lausanne

And what a laugh the names on the passports
He says them aloud
Maybe it will seem more French, he says, taking off his beard
She answers as she can and cries behind the closed door
I can't do it that way, my love
No, at the expense of others

And, well, he spent the journey on deck
He can already see the blue sea of the promised land
But don't worry about her, she has found peace in the dungeon
She has become accustomed to the darkness and has named the rats
And she has found a nice name for each rat