Текст и перевод песни Pupil·les - 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 been staring at her fixedly,
Then he throws her kisses as he walks away, as he runs away.
She is seated at the bus stop,
She looks at him in resignation, another abuse.
Then at the station, they shout obscenities at her,
Five guys in a group, bad gang, wretches.
They give their opinion of her ass, now they talk about her tits,
They do not hesitate and tell her they want to take her to bed.
And they whistle at her as if she was just another dog on the street,
We are cats here, if you whistle we will catch you.
You will not domesticate me, I am self-sufficient,
We don't want to be complimented, what do these people want?
Machismo everywhere and instead of facing it
You ask us to empathize, what are you doing?
Don't you realize that the straw breaks the camel's back?
I will not give an inch, I prefer you in the hole.

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

She is dancing all alone in that bar,
Suddenly she feels a rather disturbed breath behind her,
She notices, dumbfounded, how they grab her by the arm,
A stranger turns around, introduces himself in a fluster.
Patiently and without desire, she explains to him that she doesn't want to now,
That she doesn't feel like chatting, that she is comfortable in her world.
But he doesn't seem to understand what the situation is,
An insistence that stinks, this nightmare again.
I want you to understand that I need my space,
You say that I look at you, that I provoke you? They are excuses, wretch!
Nothing justifies you if you are making me uncomfortable,
Nothing is understandable, you are harassing me!
Alcohol is not an excuse, it doesn't matter if you were drunk,
We do not go out to party to put up with so much baloney.
If I want, you can come freely, if I say no, you have to leave.
Without buts, without stories, I'll throw you out, it's over!

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

We need to change the education,
"Opposites attract" stop teaching this.
Respect is a value, it must be clear,
Before superfluous love, we protect integrity.
Alcohol is not an excuse,
It doesn't matter if you were drunk.
We do not go out to party to put up with so much baloney.
If I want, you can come freely,
If I say no, you have to leave, without buts,
Without stories, I'll throw you out.
It's over.