Quin Dia Feia, Amics
Quin dia feia, amics
Quin dia feia, amics
La dolça adela va venir amb el mapa d'un lloc nou per descobrir
Amb les claus d'una moto que ens deixava el seu veí
Quin dia feia, amics
L'adela deia "sóc aquí per rodolar entre la civada
I tocar-nos fort en el molí, contant ocells que emigren, fugint d'un país trist"
Quin dia feia, amics
No n'heu vist molts així
I l'adela volia passar-lo amb mi
I vaig girar-me I li vaig dir que seria divertit
I vaig girar-me I li vaig dir que bucòlic I bonic
I vaig girar-me I li vaig dir “la propera clar que vinc”
I vaig girar-me I li vaig dir, I vaig girar-me I li vaig dir
Ara no, no, no! No m'interrompis
No veus que estava inspiradíssim escrivint-te una cançó?
Ja s’aclarien els contorns d'un gran tema pop folk
Que congelarà per sempre això tan especial que hi ha entre els dos.
Que hi ha entre els dos
Ara no, no, no! No m'interrompis
No veus que estava inspiradíssim escrivint-te una cançó?
Ara que em quedava un vers per rimar amb els teus cabells
Ara que quasi es pot sentir l'olor de la teva pell en el paper
En el paper
What a Crappy Day, Friends
What a crappy day, friends
What a crappy day, friends
Sweet Adela came with a map of a new place to discover
With the keys to a motorcycle that her neighbor left us
What a crappy day, friends
Adela said 'I'm here to roll in the wheat
And touch each other strongly in the mill, counting migrating birds, fleeing from a sad country'
What a crappy day, friends
You haven't seen many like this
And Adela wanted to spend it with me
And I turned around and told her it would be fun
And I turned around and told her it would be bucolic and beautiful
And I turned around and told her 'next time I'll definitely come'
And I turned around and told her, and I turned around and told her
Not now, no, no! Don't interrupt me
Can't you see I was very inspired writing you a song?
The outlines of a great pop folk theme were becoming clear
That will forever freeze what's so special between us
What's between us
Not now, no, no! Don't interrupt me
Can't you see I was very inspired writing you a song?
Now that I had one more verse to rhyme with your hair
Now that one can almost smell the scent of your skin on the paper
On the paper