La Dels Beatles

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La Dels Beatles

Pour the bottle of wine, for table and clothTrau la botella de vi, para taula i mantell
Like for a wedding, like for the kingCom per a una boda, com per al rei
Choose a dress that's not out of styleTria un vestit que no estiga de moda
Without shame, without remedySense vergonya, sense remei

Pay homage to the death of your hatredRet-li homenatge a la mort del teu odi
Shout, wild, the faith of the convert. UffCrida, salvatge, la fe del convers. Uff
They fall like flies to honey, flatteryCauen com a mosques a la mel, pleitesia
They didn't fly, they weren't birds, noTant no volaven, no eren ocells, no
They set traps, they put brakes, they countedPosaven trampes, posaven frens, contaven
ThingsCoses

They think they know, they know youPensen que saben, saben que tens
And they don't flow neither fast nor slowI no fluixen ni en ràpid ni en lent
Toni, knows by damn, and knows more by oldToni, sap per dimoni, i sap més per vell
Feeling the bullets through the air, through the seaSent les pulletes per aire, per mar
They put on airs, they scratch so badlyPosen de luxe, rapegen tan mal
And they talk nonsense, they follow trends, they waste pensI diuen boles, van a les modes, malgasten bolis
No need for stones, they fall on their ownNo calen pedres, cauen a soles

It's the key and not the hammerÉs la clau i no el martell
It's not the feather, it's the brushNo és la ploma, és el pinzell
We all keep a secretTots guardem un secret
A faith: Swear, promiseUna fe: Jura, promet
No reproaches, no flowers, no lawsNi retrets, ni flors, ni lleis
It's not the heart, it's the gutsNo és el cor, són els budells
Is that floor clean?Eixe pis està net?
They'll kiss where I step on the coinBesaran per on xafe el monet

So late, always so lateTan tard, sempre tan tard
The person never changesNo canvia mai la persona
The degree of loneliness changesCanvia el grau de soledat
And the pain weighs on the handsI el mal, pesa a les mans

Because the problems pile upPerquè els marrons es fan bola
And the talent that's been hiddenI el talent que s'ha amagat
And the past stirs them up moreI els remou més el passat
Memories that don't nourish, memories that make you hungryRecords que no alimenten, records que donen fam
Ready but abandoned, they were always readyLlestos però abandonats, eixos van ser llestos sempre

I already know you like The Beatles moreJo ja sé que t'agraden més Els Beatles
That the verse lacks strengthQue li falta força al vers
But friend, don't crucify mePerò amic, no em crucifiques
Because whoever does everything they can, is never obligated to moreQue el que fa tot el que pot, mai està obligat a més