Pepet I Marieta — Pixapins song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Pixapins" by Pepet I Marieta.
Lyrics
No has sortit de Barcelona
I tens lo gust al ful
Treballes de segurata
A un local molt cool
I no tens ni puta idea
Què collons és la Patum
Ni la jota tortosina
Ni el turro d’Agramunt
De l’himne de Catalunya
No te’n saps ni un mot
Però Barça, Barça, Barça
Ets qui ho crida més fort
Minges sopetes de sobre
Cagues favada de pot
No saps distingir entre un aube
Un ametller o un xop
Ai pixapins de Barcelona
Ets un manta i un incult
I de vegades com tots
Un tonto del cul
Si algun dia surts de casa
I vas a l’estranger
Vas a dinar al McDonalds
Que ho arreglen bé
Si fan un concert de gratis
A les festes del carrer
Te’n vas calent com un suro
Al d’AC/DC
I si els dilluns no et queda coca
T’apalanques al sofà
A jugar la partideta
En algun subnormal
Que diu que és lo teu col·lega
Si tens algo pa fumar
I si no fan mitja volta
I se’n va pitant
Ai pixapins de Barcelona
Ets un manta i un incult
I de vegades com tots
Un tonto del ful
Lyrics translation
You have not come out of Barcelona
And have it taste the ful
Work of segurata
To a local, very cool
And you have no fucking idea
What the hell is la Patum
Not the jack tortosa
Neither turro Agramunt
The anthem of Catalonia
Not you n you know not a word
But Barça, Barça, Barça
You are who they say they call louder
Minges sopetes of about
Cagues favada of can
Can't you distinguish between a aube
An almond or a chop
Ai pixapins of Barcelona
You are a blanket and an incult
And sometimes as all
A fool of the ass
If one day you leave home
And you go abroad
You're going to eat at McDonalds
It fix well
If you make a concert of free
To the street parties
You'll go hot as a cork
The AC/DC
And if Monday don't you have cake
You apalanques on the sofa
To play the partideta
In some subnormal
That says that is it your colleague
If you have something bread-smoking
And if they don't make half turn
And goes pitant
Ai pixapins of Barcelona
You are a blanket and an incult
And sometimes as all
A fool of ful