Marc Parrot — Faig Llenya song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Faig Llenya" by Marc Parrot.
Lyrics
Jo no volia ser com sóc
Jo no volia perdre-ho tot
Jo no volia destrossar el teu cor
Jo no volia ferme gran
Jo no volia créixer tant
Jo no volia fer-me l’important
Només volia demostrar els meus sentiments
Només volia no haver d’ensenyar les dents
Jo no tenia bons records
Jo no tenia bona sort
Jo no tenia el mapa del tresor
Jo no tenia els elements
Per netajar els meus pensaments
Jo no tenia bons pressentiments
Pero ara tinc entre les mans una destral
Una serra i una pedra d’esmolar
I ara faig llenya
Faig llenya
Vaig fent llenya al meu voltant
Per no haver de entendre res
Per no haver de preguntar
Faig llenya
Jo no esperava cops de puny
Jo no esparava traus i punts
Jo no esperava tanta sorra als ulls
Jo no volia veure-hi tant
Jo no volia ser un estrany
Jo no volia viure de l’engany
Només volia demostrar els meus sentiments
Només volia no haver d’ensenyar les dents
I ara faig llenya
Faig llenya
Vaig fent llenya al meu voltant
Per no haver de entendre res
Per no haver de preguntar
Faig llenya
Sense mostrar gota de arrapentiment
Vaig xerricant de soca·rel els pensaments
Intel·ligents
Pero ara tinc entre les mans una destral
Una serra i una pedra d’esmolar
Faig llenya, faig llenya
Vaig fent llenya al meu voltant
Per no haver de entendre res
Per no haver de preguntar
Faig llenya
Faig llenya
Faig llenya
Llenya…
Lyrics translation
I didn't want to be as I am
I didn't want to lose it all
I didn't want to smash your heart
I didn't want to ferme great
I did not want to grow both
I didn't want to make me the important
I just wanted to show my feelings
I just wanted to not have to show our teeth
I had no good memories
I didn't have good luck
I didn't have the treasure map
I didn't have the items
For netajar my thoughts
I didn't have good gut instincts
But now I have between your hands an axe
A saw and a stone to sharpen
And now I do wood
Beech wood
I was making firewood around me
Not having to understand anything
Not having to ask
Beech wood
I did not expect punches
I don't esparava eyelets and points
I did not expect so much sand in the eyes
I didn't want to see it so much
I didn't want to be a stranger
I didn't want to live in deception
I just wanted to show my feelings
I just wanted to not have to show our teeth
And now I do wood
Beech wood
I was making firewood around me
Not having to understand anything
Not having to ask
Beech wood
Showing no drop of arrapentiment
I xerricant of soca·rel thoughts
Smart
But now I have between your hands an axe
A saw and a stone to sharpen
Beech firewood, beech firewood
I was making firewood around me
Not having to understand anything
Not having to ask
Beech wood
Beech wood
Beech wood
Wood…