Els Amics de les Arts — El Matrimoni Arnolfini song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Matrimoni Arnolfini" by Els Amics de les Arts.
Lyrics
Per tu L’India van ser tres mesos vitals
Per mi van ser nouranta dies a l’exili
A les fotos surts tan guapa i tant morena
i jo així amb pinta com de bon i prensili
I contemplant el Taj Mahal desde l'últim angle que ens quedaba
em vas fer una pregunta que no em negaras que tenia mala baba
Un marajà va perdre la dona i aquest palau li va fer construir
Si ens passés això a nosaltres que faries tu per mi?
I no vaig saber que dir…
Una any vas dir el pont de la Purisima
creuem l’Atlantic, anem als Estats Units
Un puja i baixa, cuatre compres per Manhattan
Que el vol ara està per terra i en podrém treure profit
I contemplant un edifici unes columnes relentí, vas dir: Caram som a un lloc
mític fes una foto, es Wall Street
Aquí es un fol ple de pantalles, terra amb parquet, homes i crits,
perqué ara puja, perqué ara baixa on hi es el secret per fer-se ric?
I no vaig saber que dir
I no vaig saber que dir
I no vaig saber noooooo…
I et va agafar aquell rampell per la pintura
i vam volar a Viena a saciar aquell desig
Jo el mon del art, ho reconec, no puc dir pas que el domini
Del institut se’m va quedar només el matrimoni Arnolfini
I tu cantant un Gilles deies però mira el traç, però quins colors!
No pots percebre per la mirada que profund que era el seu dolor?
Fixat la llum que ben tractada, tot detalls res perquè si A mi m’exalta, a mi em provoca, i digues tu, que et fa sentir?
I no vaig saber que dir
I no vaig saber que dir
I no vaig saber noooooo…
I després de molt de temps ja ho he trobat, ja se que dir
hi ha més coses que tinc clares amb tots aquests anar i venir
Que et curarà un tiu que patenti, les abraçades d’aireport, Sant Pau diré les
que ara et trenquen, però demà et fan més fort
Que l'única veritat arreu que es clara, rassa i pura
es que al pot petit sempre hi haurà poca confitura
I que tornar sempre es la millor part de l’aventura…
Tornar, sempre es la millor part de l’aventura…
Tornar, sempre es la millor part de l’aventura…
Tornar, sempre es la millor part de l’aventura…
Tornar, sempre es la millor part de l’aventura…
Tornar, sempre es la millor part de l’aventura…
(Gracias a Ricard por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
For you India were three months of life
For me they were nouranta days in exile
In the photos you are so pretty and both brunette
and I as well with paints as good and prensili
And contemplating the Taj Mahal from the last angle that we quedaba
you made me a question that I don't negaras that had bad character
A marajà he lost the woman and the palace he had built
If we pass this to us that you would you for me?
And I didn't know what to say…
A year you said the bridge of the Purisima
we cross the Atlantic, we in the United States
One goes up and down, four shopping in Manhattan
That the flight is now on the ground and in podrém take advantage
And contemplating a building a few columns relentí, you said: aw, snap, we are in a place
legendary take a picture, is Wall Street
Here is a follicle filled with screens, floor with parquet, men and screams,
because now rises, because now low where there is the secret to getting rich?
And I didn't know what to say
And I didn't know what to say
And I did not know noooooo…
And did you catch that rapture for the painting
and we fly to Vienna to quench that desire
I the world of art, so I admit, I can't say step that the domain
The institute came to me he was only the marriage Arnolfini
And you singing a Gilles you said but look at the line, but what colors!
You can't perceive by the eye that deep was your pain?
Set the light that's well-treated, all details nothing because if I praise, I make it, and tell you, that makes you feel?
And I didn't know what to say
And I didn't know what to say
And I did not know noooooo…
And after a long time as I have found, as you say
there are more things that I am clear with all these come and go
That will cure a tiu that patenti, the hugs of aireport, St Paul will tell the
that now will break, but tomorrow I'll make you more strong
That the only truth around that is clear, rassa and pure
is that the small can there will always be a short jam
I Que tornar sempre es la millor part de l'aventura…
Tornar, sempre es la millor part de l'aventura…
Tornar, sempre es la millor part de l'aventura…
Tornar, sempre es la millor part de l'aventura…
Tornar, sempre es la millor part de l'aventura…
Tornar, sempre es la millor part de l'aventura…
(Thanks to Ricard for this letter)