Roger Mas — El dolor de la bellesa song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El dolor de la bellesa" by Roger Mas.
Lyrics
Aquesta nit he obert aquella porta,
duia tancada qui sap los dies!
Diamants, robins, maragdes, or i fils d’argent,
convulsions i tensió muscular.
Dessota l’arc, frontera del desert,
no distingeixo el de fora del de dins.
Els núvols passen a set vegades el seu temps,
dones-llengot, homes-gripau sobre un gran roc.
La nena està corrent pel camp.
La porta oberta, de bat a bat.
I ja ho sabia d’altres cops,
que quan l’obres ets un.
I ja ho sabia d’altres cops
que qui torna ja no ets tu.
En temps dels tripis,
quan els hippies eren hippies,
algú va veure un cel espaterrant,
com un ramat d’ovelles que han mort el pastor,
un paradís borratxo de dolor.
Vent catabàtic, mirall del fotre,
les fronteres són cul de mal seient.
He deixat sola la meva nina i ara no sé on és,
la meva nina, la meva nina, on és?
He deixat sola aquella pàmfila… i on s’haurà ficat?
gata maula, ets un xai amb pell de llop.
La nena està corrent pel camp.
La porta oberta, de bat a bat.
I ja ho sabia d’altres cops,
que quan l’obres ets un.
I ja ho sabia d’altres cops
que qui torna ja no ets tu.
Un porc i un bell miratge blanc,
del coll, no en traurem pas el vent.
Distància ho harmonitza tot,
això és qüestió d’augments.
Distància ho harmonitza tot,
és qüestió d’augments, aviam,
de la lupa, és clar, s’entén,
que qui torna ja no ets tu.
(Gracias a malko por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
Tonight I have opened that door,
was closed who knows them days!
Diamonds, rubies, emeralds, gold and threads of silver,
convulsions and muscle tension.
Beneath the arch, the border of the desert,
not distingeixo the outside of the inside.
The clouds to seven times its time,
women-llengot, men-frog on a large rock.
The girl is running through the field.
The door open, bat at bat.
I already knew from other times,
that when the works you one.
I already knew from other times
the one who comes back because it isn't you.
In the times of the tripis,
when hippies were hippies,
someone saw a sky voluptuous,
as a flock of sheep that have died the pastor,
a paradise drunk pain.
Wind catabàtic, mirror fuck,
the borders are ass bad seat.
I left alone my girl and now I don't know where it is,
my doll, my doll, where is it?
I left alone that pàmfila... and where should I put it?
gata maula, are you a lamb with the skin of a wolf.
The girl is running through the field.
The door open, bat at bat.
I already knew from other times,
that when the works you one.
I already knew from other times
the one who comes back because it isn't you.
A pig and a beautiful mirage white,
of the neck, not get step the wind.
Distance it harmonizes all,
this is a question of increases.
Distance it harmonizes all,
it is a question of increases, aviam,
the magnifying glass is clear, it is understood,
the one who comes back because it isn't you.
(Gracias to malko por esta letra)