La Iaia

The Grandma

La Iaia

A grandma gets on the bus,Una iaia puja a l'autobús,
Wearing sneakers, a lilac tracksuit, and a tattoo on her butt,porta bambes, xandall lila i un tatuatge arran del cul,
Long nails, leather jacket,ungles llargues, jaqueta de cuir,
Pins on her ear and four dots on her eyebrow.imperdibles a l'orella i a la cella quatre punts.

She smokes and always dances rock'n'roll,Fuma i balla sempre rock'n'roll,
Thinks life is longpensa que la vida es llarga
And one day is not enough for anything.i un dia no és prou per a res.

She never stays quiet, drinks Scotch whiskey,Mai no calla, veu whisky escocès,
At night she goes out partying with her grandson's gang.a les nits se'n va de marxa amb la colla del seu nét.

Muttering between her teeth, making gestures,Renegant entre les dents, fent gestos,
In her hand, papers written, they are verses.a la mà papers escrits, són versos.

Her 'boyfriend' gets on, an old long-haired man,Puja el "novio", un vell geperut,
His hair like white woolté els cabells com llana blanca
And his blue eyes are southern seas.i els ulls blaus són mars del sud.

They sit together, two bodies become one,Seuen junts, dos cossos en fan un,
Tongue deep down to the 'throat',llengua a fons fins la "garganta",
The seats already smoking.els seients ja treuen fum.

And suddenly the bus starts,I de sobte l'autobús arrenca,
The rock'n'roll is over, everything changes.s'ha acabat el rock'n'roll, tot canvia.

Muttering between her teeth, making gestures,Renegant entre les dents, fent gestos
Two guns in their hands and the verses.dos pistoles a les mans i els versos.

On the route to hell we are taken.Per la ruta de l'infern anem presos.

Bandits from another time. It's over.Bandolers d'un altre temps. S'acaba.