Текст и перевод песни Pepet I Marieta - Per Quinquennals

Per Quinquennals

La iaia conta quinquennals i del primer
Ben just ne guarda cap memòria
Domés veu aquella nòria
Que giravolta com la vida que ara perd
Les mil i una nits de glòria que ara co ta als seus néts.
Aquell setembre acaronant-se entre papers
Aquella rosa que el seu Jordi va posar-li entre els cabells,
I amb un "T'estimo" al portal del carrer el Pes
Li va prometre amor per sempre la dolçor del primer bes.
Lo quinquennal que Jordi se va decidir
aquella nit de lluna clara li va dir "Casa't amb mi"...
I lo batec del cor que li sortia del pit
Quan aguantant-li la mirada ella li va dir que si.
Passa com passarà,
Lo bo se fa esperar
La vida no és flor d'un dia,
La vida es compta per quinquennals.
Passa com passarà,
Lo bo se fa esperar
La vida no és flor d'un dia,
La vida es compta per quinquennals.
La vida no és flor d'un dia,
La vida es compta per quinquennals.
Cinc anys més tard a la fresqueta del carrer
Fent tulipans amb la veïna i aquell bombo tan guerrer
Va arribar Jordi amb un gran sobre de paper
Diu que portava l'escriptura per a obrir el primer cafè.
"Venen les festes cal tenir-ho tot a punt
Per Quinquennals tindrem parròquia i farem diners a munts"
Però lo bombo va sortir-los matiner
Va trencar aigües quan la Verge
Va tocar el primer carrer.
Passa com passarà,
Lo bo se fa esperar
La vida no és flor d'un dia,
La vida es compta per quinquennals.
Passa com passarà,
Lo bo se fa esperar
La vida no és flor d'un dia,
La vida es compta per quinquennals.
La vida no és flor d'un dia,
La vida es compta per quinquennals.
Passa per quinquennals
Passa per quinquennals
Passa per quinquennals
La iaia conta que la filets
Posava sucre a les caputxetes per a vendre'n més.
Passa per quinquennals
I fent floretes amb les veïnes
També corrien xapets d'anís i d'altres llepolies.
Passa per quinquennals
I diu que han vist al retó.
Passa per quinquennals
Ballant dins de l'Orfeó.
Passa per quinquennals
Amb Paquita la Torera
Que és la flor més salamera
Dels Margaritos a la Pollera.
Passa per quinquennals
I en un esclat de paper de seda
Sobre una base de rominguera.
Passa per quinquennals
Diu que ha tornat la primavera amb
una festa de color que l'amor altera.
Passa per quinquennals
Passa per quinquennals
Passa per quinquennals
Passa per quinquennals

Every Five Years

Grandmother is counting the quinquennial feasts. From the first
I can hardly remember anything
I just see that Ferris wheel
That turns like the life that she’s losing now
The thousand and one nights of glory that she now tells to her grandchildren.
That September caressing each other among papers
That rose that her Jordi put in her hair
And with an "I love you" at the doorway of Carrer el Pes
He promised her eternal love with the sweetness of that first kiss.
The quinquennial feast when Jordi made up his mind
On that clear moonlit night he said to her, “Marry me,”...
And the beating of her heart pounding in her chest
When, holding his gaze, she told him yes.
It happens as it will happen,
The good things take their time
Life is not a day’s bloom,
Life is counted by quinquennial feasts.
It happens as it will happen,
The good things take their time
Life is not a day’s bloom,
Life is counted by quinquennial feasts.
Life is not a day’s bloom,
Life is counted by quinquennial feasts.
Five years later, in the cool air of the street
Making tulips with the neighbor and that warrior drum
Jordi arrived with a large paper envelope
He said that it contained the deed to open their first café.
“The festivities are coming, we need to have everything ready
For the Quinquennial Feasts we’ll have a parish and we’ll make lots of money.”
But the drum woke them up early
Her water broke when the Virgin
Reached the first street.
It happens as it will happen,
The good things take their time
Life is not a day’s bloom,
Life is counted by quinquennial feasts.
It happens as it will happen,
The good things take their time
Life is not a day’s bloom,
Life is counted by quinquennial feasts.
Life is not a day’s bloom,
Life is counted by quinquennial feasts.
It goes by quinquennial feasts
It goes by quinquennial feasts
It goes by quinquennial feasts
Grandmother tells us that the seamstresses
Would add sugar to the little cakes to sell more.
It goes by quinquennial feasts
And making favors with the neighbors
They’d also share anise cupcakes and other treats.
It goes by quinquennial feasts
And she says that they saw the Devil.
It goes by quinquennial feasts
Dancing inside the Orfeó.
It goes by quinquennial feasts
With Paquita the Bullfighter
Who is the most flirtatious flower
From Margaritos to Pollera.
It goes by quinquennial feasts
And in a burst of tissue paper
On a romping base.
It goes by quinquennial feasts
She says that spring has returned
With a festival of color that alters love.
It goes by quinquennial feasts
It goes by quinquennial feasts
It goes by quinquennial feasts
It goes by quinquennial feasts