Umpah Pah — Bevent Passat song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Bevent Passat" by Umpah Pah.
Lyrics
Són les onze del matí
No em preguntis res, quiet
És un diumenge qualsevol
M’aixeco i vaig de tort
I a la boca i tinc mal gust
Tot hi veig borrós
El cap em va molt a poc a poc
Mentre no puc parar
El meu carai de cor…
M’hauré, m’hauré…
De canviar el cervell
Tot just tocat el tut
Començo a rondinar
D’aquell despertador
Que sempre em sol posar nerviós
I cada nou raig brillant em costa més dibuixar
L’esbós senzill d’un somrís d’abans
Que fàcilment sortia
D’aquella engruna de niu dolç
Em fa molt mal pensar que el futur és gris
Que es podrirà fent un badall
Tu sempre dius
Que està ben a punt d’arribar
A bona hora vindràs…
Que ni ens caldrà tornar-nos a emborratxar
El temps corre
Se’ns està socarrimant
Vull aiguardent
No puc esperar
Tot just tocat el tut
Començo a rondinar
D’aquell despertador
Que sempre em sol posar nerviós
I cada nou raig brillant em costa més dibuixar
L’esbós senzill d’un somrís d’abans
Que fàcilment sortia
D’aquella engruna de niu dolç
Em fa molt mal pensar que el futur és gris
Que es podrirà fent un badall
Tu sempre dius
Que està ben a punt d’arribar
A bona hora vindràs…
Que ni ens caldrà tornar-nos a emborratxar
El temps corre
Se’ns està socarrimant
Vull aiguardent…
Jo no puc esperar!
Lyrics translation
Are eleven in the morning
I do not ask anything, quiet
It is a Sunday, any
I raise and I of a tort
And in the mouth and I have bad taste
All I see blur
My head goes very slowly
While I can't stop
My carai heart…
I will have, I will have…
Change the brain
Just played the tut exhibit
I start to rondinar
That clock
That I always usually put nervous
And each new beam bright it costs me more to draw
The sketch simple of a smile before
That easily came out
Of that crumb of nest sweet
Makes me very badly to think that the future is grey
That is podrirà by a yawn
You always say
It is well to point of arrival
In good time you will come…
That or we will have to return to getting drunk
The time runs
We are socarrimant
I want brandy
I can't wait
Just played the tut exhibit
I start to rondinar
That clock
That I always usually put nervous
And each new beam bright it costs me more to draw
The sketch simple of a smile before
That easily came out
Of that crumb of nest sweet
Makes me very badly to think that the future is grey
That is podrirà by a yawn
You always say
It is well to point of arrival
In good time you will come…
That or we will have to return to getting drunk
The time runs
We are socarrimant
I want brandy…
I can't wait!