Longui Nº 13
Larilara, lara, larilara, lara
Larilara, lara, larilara
Traint l'error d'un fals acord
Un llampec mut t'enlluernarà
És noble i bo
I a pit creuat, resseguint traus
Comptant retalls el tall se'n fot
El tall se'n fot
Larilara, lara, larilara, lara
Larilara, lara, larilara
Detalls fidels, uns trucs sincers
Prou calcaran gracies per ser prou bons
Per ser prou bons
Un riure esquiu, somrís mesquí
El temps es creua, no sap comptar
Comptar comptar
Larilara, lara, larilara
Larilara, lara, larilara
Hi haurà un cuc, amb cent peus
Llimac dit a cops llimoc
I es creu coix, i es fa el longui
Sempre es el longui
Amb la sort, sort dels anys
Es treu la son dels bergants
Amb la sort, sort dels anys
Es treu, es treu
Larilara, lara, larilara, lara
Longui No. 13
Larilara, lara, larilara, lara
Larilara, lara, larilara
Tackling the error of a false chord
A sudden flash will blind you
It's noble and good
And with crossed arms, following traces
Counting scraps, the cut doesn't care
The cut doesn't care
Larilara, lara, larilara, lara
Larilara, lara, larilara
Faithful details, some honest tricks
They will be enough to thank for being good enough
To be good enough
A sly laugh, a mean smile
Time crosses, doesn't know how to count
Count, count
Larilara, lara, larilara
Larilara, lara, larilara
There will be a bug, with a hundred feet
Slug called slug at times
And it thinks it's lame, and plays the tough guy
Always playing the tough guy
With luck, luck of the years
It keeps the scoundrels awake
With luck, luck of the years
It pulls through, pulls through
Larilara, lara, larilara, lara