Els Pets — A Batzegades song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "A Batzegades" by Els Pets.
Lyrics
M’escalfa el sol de febrer
El sento a la cara i com
Un nen malcriat entomo els petons
Que em pessigolleixen les galtes
Amb les ulleres de sol
Servint-me d’escut covard
Repasso els malucs
De totes les noies que veig travessant la plaça
Enamorat
De la mirada fugisera d’una extranya
Encisat
Pensant que potser mai més la veuré…
I vaig cantant fluixet pel carrer
Com un babau
Aquesta cançó que tinc el cap
Des que m’he llevat
I s’ha enganxat com les lleganyes
Vaig cantant fluixet pel carrer
Com un nen gran
Aquesta cançó que et vull donar
La porto el damunt i m’agrada
Em bec la pluja de juny
Com un combinat d’alcohol;
La gent s’encongeix i busca aixopluc
Fent servir les mans de paraigües
Intento no aclucar els ulls
Les gotes em van lliscant
Però puc veure un gat
Rient-se de mi des de sota d’un Seat Panda
Fascinat
Amb la mirada juganera que em regales
Encantat
Sabent que demà també la faràs
I a batzegades
Vaig cantant fluixet pel carrer
Com un babau
Aquesta cançó que et vull donar
La porto el damunt
Com un perfum que mai m’embafa
Vaig cantant fluixet pel carrer
Com un nen gran
Aquesta cançó que et vull donar
La porto al damunt i m’agrada
Poc a poc i a batzegades
Vaig cantant
Pendent de la gent que m’està mirant
Aquesta cançó que et vull donar
La porto al damunt i m’agrada
Lyrics translation
I heated the sun of February
The feel on the face and as
A child malcriat entomo kissing
I pessigolleixen cheeks
With the sunglasses
Serving me from shield coward
Repasso the hips
Of all the girls that I see across the square
In love
The look fugisera of a weird
Bewitched
Thinking that you may never more I will see…
And I was singing weak by the street
Like a fool
This song that I have no
From that I got
And has been pasted as the lleganyes
I was singing weak by the street
As a child great
This song that you want to give
The porto the above and I like it
I drink the rain of June
As a combo of alcohol;
The people shrinks and seeks shelter
Using the hands of the umbrella
I try not squinting
The drops I was sliding
But I can see a cat
Laughing up at me from under a Seat Panda
Fascinated
With the look playful that I present I give
Happy
Knowing that tomorrow is also going to do that
And jerky
I was singing weak by the street
Like a fool
This song that you want to give
The porto above
Like a scent that I never would embafa
I was singing weak by the street
As a child great
This song that you want to give
The porto on top and I like it
Slowly and jerky
I singer
Slope of the people that I are looking
This song that you want to give
The porto on top and I like it