Txarango — Arriba la Nit song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Arriba la Nit" by Txarango.
Lyrics
Sota la pluja que renta les mentides
Tants homes com formigues obren les llums del son
Sota la pluja que renta les mentides
La ciutat adormida amb tants senyors com pors
Arlequins i clowns ploraners prenen els carrers vetllen la son
Trapezistes, equilibristes, jocs de mans, malabars de foc
Dorm…
Arriba la nit, arriba a la ciutat
Sóc menys pallasso que ahir no vull fer-me gran
Arriba la nit, arriba a la ciutat
Sóc menys pallasso que ahir no vull fer-me gran
Sota la pluja que renta les mentides
Porpra la nit somia que ara és taronja de malsons
Papers als bassals mollats, cartes perdudes, balcons, somnis i terrats
Un laberint d’històries, un mim perdut entre els teus ulls i el mar
Dorm…
Arriba la nit, arriba a la ciutat
Sóc menys pallasso que ahir no vull fer-me gran
Arriba la nit, arriba a la ciutat
Sóc menys pallasso que ahir no vull fer-me gran
Potser demà el matí
Tot haurà canviat
Potser demà el matí
Tot s’haurà acabat
Si els teus ulls s’obren de matinada
Vull que em vegin somiar d’aprop
Sent la pluja saltant de les teulades
Escombra el teatre dels malsons
Si els teus ulls s’obren de matinada
Vull que em vetllin la son d’aprop
Sent la pluja saltant de les teulades
Escombra el teatre dels malsons
Arriba la nit, arriba a la ciutat
Sóc menys pallasso que ahir no vull fer-me gran
Arriba la nit, arriba a la ciutat
Sóc menys pallasso que ahir no vull fer-me gran
Potser demà el matí
Tot haurà canviat
Sóc menys pallasso que ahir
No vull fer-me gran
Lyrics translation
The rain that washes lies
Many men like ants to open the lights and sleep
The rain that washes lies
The sleeping city with as many gentlemen as fears
Harlequins and clowns ploraners take over the streets over the son
Trapeze artists, equilibristes, games hands, juggling fire
Sleeps…
Comes the night, comes to the city
I am less clown than yesterday, I don't want to make me great
Comes the night, comes to the city
I am less clown than yesterday, I don't want to make me great
The rain that washes lies
Purple night dreaming of what is now orange of nightmares
Papers of the puddles mollats, letters lost, balconies, dreams and whipping
A maze of stories, a mime lost between your eyes and the sea
Sleeps…
Comes the night, comes to the city
I am less clown than yesterday, I don't want to make me great
Comes the night, comes to the city
I am less clown than yesterday, I don't want to make me great
Maybe tomorrow morning
Everything will have changed
Maybe tomorrow morning
All will be finished
If your eyes are open in the morning
I want what I see dream closely
Feel the rain bouncing of the roofs
Sweeps the theatre of nightmares
If your eyes are open in the morning
I want you to me to protect the son of close
Feel the rain bouncing of the roofs
Sweeps the theatre of nightmares
Comes the night, comes to the city
I am less clown than yesterday, I don't want to make me great
Comes the night, comes to the city
I am less clown than yesterday, I don't want to make me great
Maybe tomorrow morning
Everything will have changed
I am less clown than yesterday
I don't want to make me great