Albert Pla — Somiatruites song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Somiatruites" by Albert Pla.
Lyrics
Hi ha un escola perduda allà al mig del Montseny
On només hi estudien els nens…
On només hi estudien els nens que somien en truites
És l’escola dels somiatruites…
És l’escola dels somiatruites…
On només hi estudien els nens que somien en truites
I el Joan que somiava que el seu llit tenia ales
I a mitjanit despegava i volava i volava i volava
I la Lídia que somiava que el seu nòvio era un llop
I es passaven les nits senceres udolant sota la lluna plena
Així… Com feien? Era:
Au au au auu…
I la Fina que somiava que respirava sota de l’aigua
I mai s’ofegava i es feia unes arracades amb perles marines
Ah! I a més i a més era íntima dels dofins i els taurons i
Les gambes
I la Marta que somiava que la terra era quadrada
I se n’anava a passar les vacances a una altra galàxia
I el Fidel que somiava que li fotia una pedrada al rei
I el Gerard que somiava que era un gat
Que somiava que era en Gerard que somiava
I la Joana somiava que el seu pare mai la pegava
I la Roser que somiava que la mare mai la renyava
I la Cristina que se n’anava xino-xano a la Xina
I parlava xinès de la Xina:
Xino xao xao xao ping xano xino xino xano…
I l’Albert que somiava i somiava i somiava i somiava i somiava
I de tant que somiava mai es despertava
I a l’escola és clar mai s’hi presentava
Però la mestra mai li posava una falta i sempre
L’aprovava
I és que l’Albert estudiar no estudiava
Però somiar carai si somiava
Carai quina senyoreta que simpàtica que era
Que somiava que era una marreca
I cantava com una gitaneta a les nits de lluna:
Lailo lailolailololai… ole olele…
Hi ha un escola perduda allà al mig del Montseny
On només hi estudien els nens…
On només hi estudien els nens que somien en truites
I el Ramon que somiava coses tan estranyes
Que és impossible explicar-les
I en fi sobre les coses que somiava la Laura
És millor no saber-les
I és que hasta el conserge pintava escoles sense muralles
Ni classes, ni reixes, ni mestres, ni tonteries d’aquestes
Només finestres obertes per on feien carreres
Els somnis dels nens i les nenes
I mentrestant la Fina nedava amb sirenes
Glu glu glu glu…
Lyrics translation
There is a school lost there in the middle of the Montseny
Where only study kids…
Where only study kids who dream in trout
It is the school of the somiatruites…
It is the school of the somiatruites…
Where only study kids who dream in trout
And Joan who dreamed that his bed had wings
And at midnight despegava and flying and flying and flying
And the Lydia who dreamed that her boyfriend was a werewolf
And spent the nights whole howling under the full moon
So... How did? It was:
Au au au auu…
And the Fine that I dreamed that breathed under the water
And never ofegava and made some earrings with pearls marine
Ah! And more and more was an intimate of the dolphins and the sharks and
The prawns
And Marta who dreamed that the earth was square
And he was going to spend the holidays in another galaxy
And the Faithful that he was dreaming that he fotia a pedrada the king
And the Gerard that he was dreaming that he was a cat
That I dreamed that it was Gerard that I dreamed of
And Joanna, dreamed that her father never beat her
And the Rosebush that he was dreaming that the mother never renyava
And Cristina that he was going xino-xano in China
And I spoke chinese in China:
Chino xao xao xao ping xano xino xino xano…
And Albert that I dreamed and dreamed and dreamed and dreamed and dreamed
And as I dreamed never would
And the school is of course never participated
But the teacher would never put a fault and always
The approved
And is that the Albert studied not studied
But dream carai if he was dreaming
Carai what a miss that nice that was
That I dreamed that it was a marreca
And he sang how a gitaneta in the moon nights:
Lailo lailolailololai... ole olele…
There is a school lost there in the middle of the Montseny
Where only study kids…
Where only study kids who dream in trout
And Ramon that he was dreaming things that are so strange
That it is impossible to explain them
And in the end about the things that I dreamed of Laura
It is better not to know them
And is that up to the concierge painted schools without walls
Nor classes, nor bars, nor teachers, nor nonsense of these
Only open windows to where they were racing
The dreams of boys and girls
And in the meantime, the Fine nedava with sirens
Glu Glu glu glu…