Al Tall — La Collita dels Tarongerars song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Collita dels Tarongerars" by Al Tall.
Lyrics
La cançó de moda vos la cantarem
No és molt divertida però és veritat
No diu cap mentida però que ho lamentem
La cançó de moda canta tristament…
Ja s’acosta la collita dels tarongerars
Tot el món a l’horta verda a salts a treballar
No eixiran a plaça per fer-se llogar
N’hi haurà tanta feina que es farà a destall
Els que tenen terra seguiran dormint
No eixiran a plaça per llogar jornals
Per primera volta han fet tots d’acord
La cooperativa i el governador
Primer el camp del jutge i el camp del rector
Els del tio Llopis i els de l’alteró
Tots fent una colla aniran un per un
Colliran els arbres sens deixar-ne un
No caldran cabassos ni escales tampoc
Estelles i cables han fet els caixons
Només se duu a l’horta per l'últim jornal
Un grapat de cordes, serres i destrals
Ja s’acosta la collita dels tarongerars
No es cullen taronges, arbres colliran
Exportarem llenya si trobem mercat
I si no a desembre encendrem la llar
Ara es lloguen químics i es vol intentar
Traure algun suc de la fusta que se va tallant
La gent als casinos diu de pegar foc
Tots els magatzems i cases dels exportadors
I eixir a les vies per fer boicot
Al tren de taronja que ve de Marroc
Ja s’acosta la collita dels tarongerars
Tot el món a l’Horta merda tindrà que menjar
La cançó de moda ja vos hem cantat
No estarà de moda però és veritat
Sí que diu mentida, diu que exagerem
La meitat que passe serà suficient
Més val parlar massa que arribat al fet
Lyrics translation
The song of fashion you we'll sing
It is not very funny but it is true
It does not say any lie but that you are sorry
The song fashion, he sings sadly…
Already approaching the harvest of tarongerars
All over the world to the garden green to the jumps to work
Not eixiran in place to make rent
There will be so much work that will be done to destall
Those who have land continue sleeping
Not eixiran to square for rent daily wages
For the first round have made it all ok
The cooperative and the governor
First the field of the judge and the field of the rector
The dude Llopis and of the alteró
All doing a bunch will be one by one
Colliran the trees without leaving a
Do not need hand over fist neither stairs nor
Chips and wires have made all of the boxes
Only be carried to the garden for the last jornal
A handful of ropes, saws and axes
Already approaching the harvest of tarongerars
Not harvested oranges, trees colliran
Exportarem firewood if we find the market
And if not in December encendrem home
Now we rent chemical and you want to try
Take some juice of the wood that was cutting
The people in the casinos says to hit the fire
All the stores and houses of the exporters
And exit out to the tracks to make the boycott
The train of orange that comes from Morocco
Already approaching the harvest of tarongerars
Around the world in the Horta shit they have to eat
The song of fashion as you have sung
Will not be fashion but it is true
Yes that says a lie, he says that do we exaggerate
The half that happens will be enough
It is better to talk too that come to the fact