Vespre
Cap al vespre s quan, ests com cansat,
i no saps el que fer i et quedes fixat,
i et trobes molt sol, i el soroll s'esvaeix,
i mires el carrer i no hi ha gaire gent.
I canvien els sons i tot sembla ms mort,
i vols cridar ben fort, que ests fins els collons.
Cap el vespre ests trist i no saps on anar,
i et prepares un wisky i no te'l pots acabar.
I t'encens un cigarro, sense ganes de fumar
i l'apagues aviat i et tornes a aixecar,
i de sobte tens por, de sentir-te tan buit,
i te'n vas cap al pub i no hi trobes ning.
I surts fora el carrer, i comences a crrer,
i el vent et va assecant, el que sembla una llgrima,
i t'atures cansat, amb el nas ple de mocs,
i t'empatxes de nit i respires ben fort, fort, fort.
Cap al vespre s quan ests com cansat,
i no saps el que fer i et quedes fixat,
cap al vespre ests trist i no hi trobes ning,
i mires al carrer i no hi ha gaire gent.
Evening
Towards the evening when you're feeling tired,
and you don't know what to do and you stay fixed,
and you feel very alone, and the noise fades away,
and you look at the street and there aren't many people around.
And the sounds change and everything seems more dead,
and you want to shout out loud, that you've had enough.
Towards the evening you're sad and don't know where to go,
and you pour yourself a whiskey and can't finish it.
And you light a cigarette, without wanting to smoke,
and you put it out soon and get up again,
and suddenly you're afraid, of feeling so empty,
and you head to the pub and find no one there.
You go out on the street, and start running,
and the wind dries you, what seems like a tear,
and you stop tired, with your nose full of snot,
and you fill yourself with night and breathe deeply, deeply, deeply.
Towards the evening when you're feeling tired,
and you don't know what to do and you stay fixed,
towards the evening you're sad and find no one there,
and you look at the street and there aren't many people around.