Papa Jo Vull Ser Torero

Daddy I Want to Be a Bullfighter

Papa Jo Vull Ser Torero

Daddy I want to be a bullfighterPapa jo vull ser torero
Daddy I want to kill bullsPapa jo vull matar toros
Daddy I want to jump ringsPapa jo vull saltar ruedos
Oh daddy I want to be a bullfighterAi papa jo vull ser torero
And the father was desperateI el pare es desesperava
He, who was so honorableEll que era tan honorable
Authority of the sardanaPotestat de la sardana
Of Catalan literatureDe les lletres catalanes

The truth he didn't understandLa veritat no comprenia
What the hell of a son he hadQuin cony de fill que tenia
If he had everything he wantedSi tenia tot el que volia
He had love, he had familyTenia amor tenia família

He didn't lack moneyDe calés no li faltaven
Nor culture nor educationNi cultura ni ensenyança
Of the neat and refinedDe la pulcra i refinada
Catalan existenceExistència catalana

Daddy I want to be a bullfighterPapa jo vull ser torero
Daddy I want to kill bullsPapa jo vull matar toros
Daddy I want to jump ringsPapa jo vull saltar ruedos
Oh daddy I want to be a bullfighterAi papa jo vull ser torero

And the father from the standsI el pare des de les grades
How he suffered and how he criedCom patia i com plorava
Because the bull was goringQue és que el toro empitonava
His son and tossing him aroundAl seu fill i el revolcava

Because the bull tore offQue és que el toro va arrancar-li
His balls with a hornEls collons d'una cornada
The bleeding was unstoppableL'hemorràgia era imparable
An inevitable deathUna mort inevitable

He died in the infirmaryVa morir a la infermeria
Of the arena in the afternoonDe la plaça a mitja tarda
His son died a bullfighterEl seu fill moria torero
Full of glory and full of famePle de gloria i ple de fama
Full of carnations on the tombPle de clavells a la tomba
Bandarillas and capesBanderilles i estampetas
And on the balconies black geraniumsI als balcons geranis negres
Oh daddy your son died a bullfighterAi papa el teu fill ha mort torero
Oh oh ohAi ai ai