Текст и перевод песни Marc Parrot - Pantalons Llargs

Pantalons Llargs

Campaneta daurada del meu carret de fira,
Cavallet de cartró de mig pam, tot pintat;
Havem caminat tant pels camins sense ira
Que ara ens cal reposar i agrair nostre fat.

Ja no tornaré més fent osque! osque! corrent
A carregar amb palets el teu quadrant de fusta.
Campaneta daurada, tu em sabies content.
Ara em mena la gent i tothora tinc justa

I sóc infant encara, i no puc fer-ne esment.
Cavallet de cartró, tu em sabies la joia:
Si ara jugués a córrer, què diria la gent...

Trobaran molt millor que estimi alguna noia
Tant si és bella com no –cavallet tot pintat,
Campaneta daurada–, i que us deixi al terrat.

Pantalons Llargs

Golden bell of my fairground cart,
Cardboard horse of half a foot, all painted;
We've walked so long along paths without anger
That now we need to rest and thank our fate.

I will not run again shouting osque! osque!
To load your wooden square with pallets.
Golden bell, you knew I was content.
Now people lead me and I always have a fair deal.

And I am still a child, and I cannot mention it.
Cardboard horse, you knew my joy:
If I played running now, what would people say...

They will find it much better that I love some girl
Whether she is beautiful or not - painted horse,
Golden bell -, and that I leave you on the roof.