Текст и перевод песни Pupil.les feat. Hector Galán - L'últim Esglaó

L'últim Esglaó

S'ha quedat fixament mirant-la als ulls,
Després li llança petons mentre s'allunya, mentre fuig.
Ella està assentada a la parada del bus,
Se'l mira resignada, altre cop un altre abús.
Després a l'estació li criden obscenitats,
Cinc tios van en grup, mala colla, desgraciats.
Opinen del seu cul, ara parlen dels pits,
No dubten i li diuen que la volen dur al llit.
I li xiulen com si fos un gos més en el carrer,
Som gates ací, si xiules t'arrapem.
No em domesticaràs, jo sóc autosuficient,
No volem que ens piropegen, què volen aquesta gent?
Masclisme per tot arreu i en lloc de fer-li front
Demaneu que empatitzem, què feu?
No s'adoneu que la gota vesa el got?
No cediré ni un pam, et preferisc a tu en el clot.

FARTES DE SER L'ÚLTIM ESGLAÓ
FORTES, QUATRE OVARIS PER FER FRONT
FILLES DE LA LLUNA D'ESTA NIT
SOM LES BRUIXES QUE CREMÀREU
I HAN RESTAT EN L'OBLIT

Ella està ballant tota sola en aquell bar,
De sobte sent al darrere un alé prou alterat,
Nota estupefacta com l'agafen pel braç,
Es gira un desconegut, es presenta atabalat.
Pacientment i sense ganes li explica que ara no vol,
Que no li abellix xarrar, que està a gust amb el seu món.
Però ell pareix no entendre de què va la situació,
Insistència que apesta, altra volta este malson.
Vull que et quede clar que necessite el meu espai,
Dius que et mire, que et provoque? Són excuses, desgraciat!
Res et justifica si m'estàs incomodant,
Res és comprensible, m'estàs assetjant!
L'alcohol no és cap excusa, no em val que anaves passat,
No eixim de festa per aguantar tan de bufat.
Si jo vull pots vindre lliure, si dic no, te n'has d'anar.
Sense peròs, sense històries, et faig fora, s'ha acabat!

FARTES DE SER L'ÚLTIM ESGLAÓ
FORTES, QUATRE OVARIS PER FER FRONT
FILLES DE LA LLUNA D'ESTA NIT
SOM LES BRUIXES QUE CREMÀREU
I HAN RESTAT EN L'OBLIT

Necessitem canviar l'educació,
"Quien se pelea se desea" deixeu d'ensenyar això.
El respecte és un valor, ha de quedar clar,
Abans que l'amor superflu protegim la integritat.
L'alcohol no és cap excusa,
No em val que anaves passat.
No ixim de festa per aguantar tan de bufat.
Si jo vull pots vindre lliure,
Si dic no te n'has d'anar, sense però's,
Sense històries, et faig fora.
S'ha acabat.

The Last Step

He stared fixedly into her eyes,
Then blows her kisses as he walks away, as he flees.
She's sitting at the bus stop,
Looking at him resignedly, another abuse once again.
Then at the station they shout obscenities at her,
Five guys in a group, bad bunch, wretched.
They comment on her ass, now they talk about her breasts,
They don't hesitate and tell her they want to take her to bed.
And they whistle at her like she's just another dog in the street,
We're cats here, if you whistle we'll scratch you.
You won't tame me, I'm self-sufficient,
We don't want to be catcalled, what do these people want?
Sexism everywhere and instead of confronting it
You ask us to empathize, what are you doing?
Don't you realize that the drop spills the glass?
I won't give in an inch, I prefer you in the ditch.

TIRED OF BEING THE LAST STEP
STRONG, FOUR OVARIES TO FACE IT
DAUGHTERS OF THE MOON TONIGHT
WE ARE THE WITCHES YOU BURNED
AND HAVE BEEN LEFT IN OBLIVION

She's dancing alone in that bar,
Suddenly she feels a rather altered breath behind her,
Stunned, she notices how they grab her by the arm,
A stranger turns around, introduces himself flustered.
Patiently and reluctantly she explains that she doesn't want to now,
That she doesn't feel like talking, that she's comfortable in her own world.
But he doesn't seem to understand what the situation is about,
Insistence that stinks, this nightmare again.
I want you to understand that I need my space,
You say I look at you, that I provoke you? Those are excuses, you wretch!
Nothing justifies you if you're bothering me,
Nothing is understandable, you're harassing me!
Alcohol is no excuse, it's not valid that you were wasted,
We don't go out to party to put up with so many jerks.
If I want you, you can come freely, if I say no, you have to leave.
No buts, no stories, I'm kicking you out, it's over!

TIRED OF BEING THE LAST STEP
STRONG, FOUR OVARIES TO FACE IT
DAUGHTERS OF THE MOON TONIGHT
WE ARE THE WITCHES YOU BURNED
AND HAVE BEEN LEFT IN OBLIVION

We need to change education,
"Quien se pelea se desea" stop teaching that.
Respect is a value, it must be clear,
Before superfluous love we protect integrity.
Alcohol is no excuse,
It's not valid that you were wasted.
We don't go out to party to put up with so many jerks.
If I want you, you can come freely,
If I say no you have to leave, no buts,
No stories, I'm kicking you out.
It's over.