Текст и перевод песни Manel - Pla quinquennal

Pla quinquennal

Dormies mig agafada al meu braç,
Ha sonat un clàxon de cotxe encallat,
Has obert un ull mandrós i callat
I has tornat al teu somni privat.
Pujava el cafè i ens he recordat
Ballant a una platja amb barrets mexicans,
La cara que feies al'nar girant
Crec que era de felicitat,
Crec que era de felicitat.

De moment no et riuré més les gràcies,
Per una vegada he entès el que cal.
Passi-ho bé, que m'esborro del mapa
Per perpetrar a l'ombra un gran pla quinquennal.

Sento que et despertes, i et vinc a buscar,
Nena tens cafè, vols que torri pa?
Al diari res massa estimulant,
Mica en mica ja et vas despertant.
I fumes mirant els cotxes passar,
T'entregues a l'aire dens del veïnat,
Penso en proposar que baixem al far,
Jo que mai he estat home de mar,
Jo que mai he estat home de mar.

El primer any compraré una corbata
Ben llarga estampada amb colors crus,
I, el segon, els millors professors europeus
M'ensenyaran a fer el nus.
Pel tercer guardo l'antologia
Dels grans octosíl•labs que parlen de tu
I, pel quart, l'edició limitada folrada amb vellut.
I el cinquè ens creuarem per l'Eixample
I demanarem taula en un bar de menús.
Trauré pit, ensenyant la corbata, i llavors, bonica,
Dependrà de tu.

I el cinquè ens creuarem per l'Eixample
I demanarem taula en un bar de menús.
Trauré pit, ensenyant la corbata, i llavors, bonica,
Dependrà de tu.
I llavors tot dependrà de tu.

Five-Year Plan

You sleep, holding on to my arm,
A car horn honked, stuck in traffic,
You opened a sleepy and silent eye
And you returned to your private dream.
The coffee was rising and I remembered
Dancing at the beach with Mexican hats,
The face you made on the sand
I think it was happiness,
I think it was happiness.

For now I will not laugh at you anymore,
For once, I got it.
Have a good time, I'm disappearing from the map
To perpetrate in the shadows a great five-year plan.

I feel you waking up, and I come to you,
Darling, do you want coffee, will I toast the bread?
Not much encouraging news in the newspaper,
Little by little, you're waking up.
And you're smoking, looking at the cars go by,
You surrender to the dense air of the neighborhood,
I'm thinking of proposing we walk to the lighthouse,
I, who never was a man of the sea,
I, who never was a man of the sea.

The first year I will buy a tie,
Very long, printed with raw colors,
And, in the second, the best European teachers
Will teach me to tie the knot.
For the third, I am saving the anthology
Of great octosyllables that speak about you
And, for the fourth, the limited edition with velvet lining.
And the fifth, we will meet at the Eixample
And we will ask for a table at the menu bar.
I will puff out my chest, showing the tie, and then, pretty one,
It will be up to you.

And the fifth, we will meet at the Eixample
And we will ask for a table at the menu bar.
I will puff out my chest, showing the tie, and then, pretty one,
It will be up to you.
And then everything will depend on you.