Текст и перевод песни Sopa De Cabra - La Balada de Dicky Deeming

La Balada de Dicky Deeming

Aquesta és la llegenda
Del brau Dicky Deeming
Que era el jeebie
Més fred i tranquil
A dos-cents per hora
Estripava l′aire
Estripava l'aire
A dos-cents per hora
Amb la seva "Bonne Ville"
Sota el cel tot tenia un preu
I ara et toca pagar el teu
Dicky Deeming vas triar
El camí difícil
La gent el seguia
Tant joves com vells
Sino l′admiraven
Volien la seva pell
Deien que vivia
Fora de la llei
Però ell feia la seva
Sempre a la frontera
Deien que era el rei
I a la terra sino ets fort
És millor que tinguis sort
Dicky Deeming vas triar
El camí difícil
Una tarda clara
Van anar per ell
Massa marihuana
Tothom té la seva creu
Dicky accelerava
Millor mort que pres
I una lluna negra
De la carretera
S'enfilava cap al cel
I a les portes de la mort
Dóna gas i no té por
Dicky Deeming va triar
El camí difícil

The Ballad of Dicky Deeming

This is the legend
Of brave Dicky Deeming
He was the jeebie
Coolest and calmest
At a hundred miles an hour
He was ripping the air
He was ripping the air
At a hundred miles an hour
With his Bonneville
Under the heavens, everything had a price
And now it's your turn to pay
Dicky Deeming you chose
The hard way
People followed him
Young and old
If they didn't admire him
They wanted his skin
They said he lived
Outside the law
But he was doing his thing
Always on the border
They said he was the king
And on earth if you're not strong
It's better if you're lucky
Dicky Deeming you chose
The hard way
One clear afternoon
They came for him
Too much marijuana
Everyone has their cross to bear
Dicky sped up
Better dead than alive
And a black moon
From the road
Rose to the sky
And at the gates of death
He opened up the throttle and wasn't afraid
Dicky Deeming you chose
The hard way