Текст и перевод песни Zoo - La dels Beatles

La dels Beatles

Trau la botella de vi, para taula i mantell
Com per a una boda, com per al rei
Tria un vestit que no estiga de moda
Sense vergonya, sense remei
Ret-li homenatge a la mort del teu odi
Crida, salvatge, la fe del convers Uff

Cauen com a mosques a la mel, "pleitesia"
Tant no volaven, no eren ocells, no
Posaven trampes, posaven frens, contaven coses
Pensen que saben, saben que tens
I no fluixen ni en ràpid ni en lent
Toni, sap per dimoni, i sap més per vell
Sent les pulletes per aire, per mar
Posen de luxe, rapegen tan mal
I diuen boles, van a les modes, malgasten bolis
No calen pedres, cauen a soles

És la clau i no el martell
No és la ploma, és el pinzell
Tots guardem un secret
Una fe: jura, promet
Ni retrets, ni flors, ni lleis
No és el cor, són els budells
Eixe pis està net?
Besaran per on xafe el monet

Tan tard, sempre tan tard
No canvia mai la persona
Canvia el grau de soledat
I el mal, pesa a les mans
Perquè els marrons es fan bola

I el talent que s′ha amagat
I els remou més el passat
Records que no alimenten, records que donen fam
Llestos però abandonats, eixos van ser llestos sempre

És la clau i no el martell
No és la ploma, és el pinzell
Tots guardem un secret
Una fe: jura, promet
Ni retrets, ni flors, ni lleis
No és el cor, són els budells
Eixe pis està net?
Besaran per on xafe el monet

Jo ja sé que t'agraden més Els Beatles
Que li falta força al vers
Però amic, no em crucifiques
Que el que fa tot el que pot, mai està obligat a més

Jo ja sé que t′agraden més Els Beatles
Que li falta força al vers
Però amic, no em crucifiques
Que el que fa tot el que pot, mai està obligat a més

És la clau i no el martell
No és la ploma, és el pinzell
Tots guardem un secret
Una fe: jura, promet
Ni retrets, ni flors, ni lleis
No és el cor, són els budells
Eixe pis està net?
Besaran per on xafe el monet

The Beatles' One

Bring out the bottle of wine, put out a table and tablecloth
Like for a wedding, like for a king
Choose a dress that's not in fashion
Without shame, without remedy
Pay tribute to the death of your hatred
Shout wild, faith of the new convert

They fall like flies into the honey, "homage"
They didn't fly so much, they weren't birds
They set traps, they put on the brakes, they told stories
They think they know, they know what you have
And they don't flow in fast or slow
Tony knows by the devil, and knows more by age
He hears the jokes by air, by sea
They look so glamorous, they rap so bad
And they tell lies, they follow trends, they waste pens
No need for stones, they fall on their own

It's the key and not the hammer
It's not the feather, it's the brush
We all keep a secret
A faith: swear, promise
No reproaches, no flowers, no laws
It's not the heart, it's the guts
Is that apartment clean?
They will kiss where the money is

So late, always so late
The person never changes
The degree of loneliness changes
And evil weighs on the hands
Because the chestnuts gather into balls

And the talent that has hidden itself
And the past stirs them up more
Memories that do not feed, memories that give hunger
Smart but abandoned, they were always smart

It's the key and not the hammer
It's not the feather, it's the brush
We all keep a secret
A faith: swear, promise
No reproaches, no flowers, no laws
It's not the heart, it's the guts
Is that apartment clean?
They will kiss where the money is

I know you like the Beatles better
That the verse lacks strength
But my friend, don't crucify me
For he who does his best is never obliged to do more

I know you like the Beatles better
That the verse lacks strength
But my friend, don't crucify me
For he who does his best is never obliged to do more

It's the key and not the hammer
It's not the feather, it's the brush
We all keep a secret
A faith: swear, promise
No reproaches, no flowers, no laws
It's not the heart, it's the guts
Is that apartment clean?
They will kiss where the money is