Текст и перевод песни Roba Estesa - Bruixes

Bruixes

Meigas, feitizos e bruxas
Que persigue a inquisición;
Sin máscara, socaliñas
De cregos e frades son ...
Chámanlles bruxas a as vellas
Por ter cara de cartón;
Pero solamente hay meigas
En donde hay inquisición.

N′eren temps de misèria, de por, plors i histèria
Quan dues joves es van decidir.
Varen emprendre un viatge, sols aire a la butxaca,
I van fer cap al poble veí.

Un home les va veure i les convidà a seure,
En una taula envoltada de fum.
Negra n'era la nit, negre n′era aquell llit
On la trampa esdevingué malson
Quan l'emmetzinarem amb els seus propis petons.

Com a bruixes dictem que et toca morir
Per les venes et corre el nostre verí!
Com a bruixes dictem que et toca morir
Per les venes et corre el nostre verí!

Entre els crits del feudal, ja en ve la Guàrdia Reial,
Trobant allí l'escena d′un crim.
S′implantaren mesures a les desconegudes
Sentenciades per Ordre Diví.

I la gent d'aquell poble, portant fustes i mobles
Una gran pira van construir.
Avivant la foguera, criden: "foc i més llenya!"
Còmplices del terrible destí.

Les bruixes ja s′encenen, la flama les encega,
Maleeixen tot agonitzant:
"Nostra vista us aterra, doncs claveu ulls a terra
Perquè mentre ens cremeu, de la flama veureu
Com reneix l'esperit de la dona fet crit!"

Com a bruixes dictem que us toca morir,
Per les venes us corre el nostre verí!
Com a bruixes dictem que us toca morir,
Per les venes us corre el nostre verí!

Quan al matí següent, no canta el gall i veiem
Aquell poble mort i devastat.
I d′enmig de les cendres s'entreveuen dues nenes
Que desperten i aixequen el cap.

I en aquell lloc de misèria, de por, plors i histèria
Quan dues joves es van decidir.
Varen emprendre un viatge, sols aire a la butxaca,
I van fer cap al poble veí.

Witches

Witches, spells and sorceresses
Chased by the Inquisition;
Without a mask, you snitch
On priests and friars ...
Old women are called witches
For having a face like cardboard;
But there are only witches
Where there is an inquisition.

They were times of misery, of fear, tears and hysteria
When two young women decided.
They set off on a journey, only air in their pockets,
And they headed to the neighboring town.

A man saw them and invited them to sit down,
At a table surrounded by smoke.
Black was the night, black was that bed
Where the trap became a nightmare
When we poisoned him with our own kisses.

As witches we sentence you to death
Our poison runs through your veins!
As witches we sentence you to death
Our poison runs through your veins!

Amidst the feudal cries, the Royal Guard arrives,
Finding there the scene of a crime.
Measures were implemented against the unknown
Sentenced by Divine Order.

And the people of that town, carrying wood and furniture
Built up a great funeral pyre.
Fanning the flames, they cry: "Fire and more wood!"
Accomplices in the terrible destiny.

The witches are already burning, the flame blinds them,
They curse as they agonize:
"Our sight terrifies you, so cast your eyes upon the ground
For as you burn us, you will see from the flames
How the spirit of woman is reborn as a cry!"

As witches we sentence you to death,
Our poison runs through your veins!
As witches we sentence you to death,
Our poison runs through your veins!

When the next morning, the rooster doesn't sing and we see
That town dead and devastated.
And in the middle of the ashes two girls are seen
Who wake up and raise their heads.

And in that place of misery, of fear, tears and hysteria
When two young women decided.
They set off on a journey, only air in their pockets,
And they headed to the neighboring town.