Joan Manuel Serrat — Jocs I Joguines song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Jocs I Joguines" by Joan Manuel Serrat.
Lyrics
Què vols dir-me, clarejant arran de cadira,
ulls de sucre, manetes de quart de pam,
que has baixat del teu castell de jocs i joguines
al nostre món, ple de manies i de gent gran?
Què vols fer-me saber, princesa de l’estora?
A quin déu clama justícia el teu dit alçat?
Amb què haurà ensopegat la teva pell de monja?
Quin daltabaix el nou dia ens té reservat?
Que has deixat joguines i jocs
escampades a l’eixida
i entre els meus genolls véns a plorar.
Que una vespa,
que una flor,
que festejant
t’han ferida, el meu infant.
Eixuguem-li les llàgrimes,
posem-li al dit fang.
Que una vespa,
que una flor,
que festejant
l’han ferida, el meu infant.
Hi ha paranys i espines
i jocs i joguines.
Ja saps una cosa més. Una nova experiència.
Corre, afanya’t a mostrar el dit ferit al món,
cordillet de la meva baldufa de guerra.
Quina urgència no t’estarà esgarrapant el cor?
que has deixat joguines i jocs
tot escampat a l’eixida
per sortir als carrers a pregonar.
Que una vespa,
que una flor,
que festejant
t’han ferida, el meu infant.
Eixuguem-li les llàgrimes,
posem-li al dit fang.
Que una vespa,
que una flor,
que festejant
l’han ferida, el meu infant.
Hi ha paranys i espines,
jocs i joguines.
Lyrics translation
What do you want to tell me, dawning in the wake of a chair,
eyes of sugar, and handles, and the fourth-year pam,
you've downloaded your castle games and toys
in our world, full of quirks and great people?
What do you want to me know, princess of the mat?
To which god vows justice your finger straight?
With that you will have stumbled your skin nun?
What upheaval of the new day we have booked?
You left behind toys and games
scattered in the output
and between my knees want you to cry.
That a vespa,
that a flower,
that romance
you have injured my child.
Eixuguem him to tears,
we put him to the said mud.
That a vespa,
that a flower,
that romance
the have wound, my child.
There are snares and thorns
and games and toys.
You know one more thing. A new experience.
Run, hurry to show your finger hurt in the world,
cordillet of my top of war.
What urgency you will be clawing the heart?
you left behind toys and games
all lying around in the output
to take to the streets in proclamation.
That a vespa,
that a flower,
that romance
you have injured my child.
Eixuguem him to tears,
we put him to the said mud.
That a vespa,
that a flower,
that romance
the have wound, my child.
There are snares and thorns,
games and toys.