Els Amics de les Arts — Miracles song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Miracles" by Els Amics de les Arts.
Lyrics
Jo que era feliç vivint installat
En l’eterna improvització de low cost
Divendres de cine, va fotem algo i menús degustació
Ja em vaig ensumar que tot aquell silenci
Era el preludi d’una gran declaració
Vas parar la tele, et vas girar, vas somriure i vas dir
«Joan, a això nostre li manquen emocions»
I quan ets dona hi ha un moment
Que de dins sents una crida
I no saps per què però tens un gran desig
Tan gran com la vida, i prens una decisió
I a tu potser et va semblar
Que marcava un pas de funky
Però era un moviment d’espatlla
Gentilesa d’un calfred farcit de pànic
Ho reconec, vaig tenir por
Carinyo no soc en Terry Maison
Però fa dies que he detectat
Un immens desig de ser mare
I creu-me que no estic preparat
He dit que no estic preparat
Nou mesos després va arribar la Maria
I ves per on de sobte sen’s feia molt curt el dia
I molt llarga la nit
I ens vam autoimposar fer esport
I minimitzar dèries que tu i jo
Carinyo meu, no hem estat mai uns fora de sèrie
Ni de cos ni d’esperit
Carinyo no em demanis miracles
No soc com el Bitter Cass
En tenim un i ja en vols un altre
I a mi em cal anar a pas a pas
He dit que em cal anar pas a pas
A paaaas
I fins aquí, au revoir senyors
Ara passem a una altra lliga
De bolquers, escoles, Dalsy, de patir fora de mida
D’elevins cada dissabte, de fer ok des de la grada
I de renunciar al que som per madurar a marxes forçades
Però sempre queda un Peter Pan
Foten la guitza a dintre nostre
Atrinxerat en aquells temps
Sense preocupacions ni sostre
Però no patiu que no esteu sols
Però no patiu que per a mirar d’alleugerir-ho, no patiu…
Podrem fer de tant en tant un Guitar Hero…
Lyrics translation
I was happy living properly installed
In the eternal improvisation of low cost
Friday movie, he fotem something and tasting menus
I smell that all that silence
It was the prelude of a great statement
Did you stop the tv, you turn, you smile and you say
"John, in this our lacks emotions»
And when you're a woman there for a moment
That from the inside you hear a call
I don't know why but you have a great desire
As big as the life, and take a decision
And you maybe you thought it was
That marked a step away from funky
But it was a movement of the shoulder
Courtesy of a shudder full of panic
So I admit, I was afraid
Sweetness I'm not a Terry Maison
But it's been days that I have detected
An immense desire to be a mother
And believe me that I am not prepared
I've said that I'm not prepared
Nine months after he arrived, Maria
And go to where suddenly sen's was very short on the day
And a very long night
And we autoimposar do sport
And minimize dèries that you and I
Sweetness my, we have not ever been to a few out of series
Neither of body nor of spirit
Sweetness I do not ask miracles
I'm not as Bitter Cass
We have one and already want another
And I need to go to step-by-step
I have said that I need to go step by step
In paaaas
And up here, au revoir gentlemen
Now we go to another league
Of diapers, schools, Dalsy, to suffer outside of size
Of elevins every Saturday, do ok from the grandstand
And give up who we are to mature to marches forced
But there is always a Peter Pan
Foten the coz inside our
Entrenched in those times
Without worries or ceiling
But don't worry you are not alone
But don't worry that to try to lighten it, don't worry…
We do from time to time a Guitar Hero…