Текст и перевод песни Oques Grasses - Mare de la ciència

Mare de la ciència

Papallones mengen flors per dinar
Crec que avui no tinc ganes de cuinar
I el llom està congelat
I no hi ha cap tros de pa
Sona a les 10 i em llevo a les 12
Cada cinc minuts i no m'importa
El llit no em deixa aixecar
Diu que em trobarà a faltar
Ningú treballa però tenim molta feina
Espaguetis el plat per excel·lència de nit
Hi ha un cabró d'ocell
Que no para de cantar
Farem un criadero de cuques de llum
El dia que no puguem pagar l'electricitat
Que si energies i energies renovables
Llibres interessants amb coses dispensables
Avui, impossible d'estudiar
Ja em crec que ho faré demà
No sóc un tio que "rebossa" intel·ligència
La mare de la ciència sempre ha estat la hortènsia
Sempre ha estat, sempre ha estat la hortènsia
Solc emocionar-me quan tallo cebes
Sé que tu també però no ho vols dir
Intentant fer l'hort ens partim l'esquena
El motocultor funciona de pena
El camí es fa llarg si vas amb presses
Si et descuides algo pots plorar
Aquí hem descobert quant pesen les pedres
I que hi ha bons camps per pasturar
Poc a poc, poc a poc i poc a poc a poc, poc a poc a poc
I poc a poc a poc, poc a poc a poc, poc a poc a poc, poc a poc a poc i
Quan estem sols solem fer coses rares
Aquesta n'és la mostra clara
Sempre els hi estaré agraït als meus pares
Sempre els hi estaré agraït als teus pares

Mother of Science

Butterflies eat flowers for lunch
I think I don't feel like cooking today
And the pork loin is frozen
And there's no bread
It's 10 am and I get up at 12
Every five minutes and I don't care
The bed won't let me get up
It says it will miss me
Nobody works but we have a lot of work
Spaghetti is the best dish for dinner
There's a bastard of a bird
That won't stop singing
We'll make a breeding ground for glow worms
The day we can't pay for electricity
What about energies and renewable energies
Interesting books with dispensable things
Today, impossible to study
I think I'll do it tomorrow
I'm not a guy who oozes intelligence
The mother of science has always been the hydrangea
It's always been, it's always been the hydrangea
I usually get emotional when I cut onions
I know you do too but you don't want to say it
Trying to make a garden, we break our backs
The tiller is a piece of junk
The road is long if you're in a hurry
If you're not careful, you might cry
Here we've discovered how much rocks weigh
And that there are good fields to graze
Little by little, little by little and little by little, little by little, little by little and
And little by little, little by little, little by little, little by little, little by little and
When we're alone, we tend to do strange things
This is a clear example
I will always be grateful to my parents
I will always be grateful to your parents