Umpah Pah — Mirall Capgirat song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Mirall Capgirat" by Umpah Pah.
Lyrics
Si em podeu treure per fi un tros d'ànima
I no fer-me mal
Sense miraments
No poséssiu cap cara d’espant
Al veure’m per dintre tot ben corcat
Si em moro a casa què direu
Quan els veïns preguntaran
Voldran saber-ho tot
De cap a peus
Som tan ingenus, fets de figues de moro
I molles de pa sense amanir
No goséssiu posar gaires entrebancs
Al ritme que us dóna aquell mirall capgirat
Perdut de sobre en el no-res
No sé com podré reaccionar
Tinc por de no complir com fa al cas
Són tan absurdes aquest munt de llàgrimes
Que us baixaran galtes avall
L'àvia se’n riu, vés per on no es queixava mai
I amb xuca-muia refilava
No miris més a dintre teu
Que ni de prop ni de lluny en treuràs ni cinc
No perfumis més aquest calaix pudent
Amb tantes roses, lliris i pensaments
Prou depèn, prou depèn, prou depèn
Depèn prou… estic ben mort!
Xai… xai de Déu!
Xai! Xai de Déu!
No miris més a dintre teu
Que ni de prop ni de lluny en treuràs ni cinc
No perfumis més aquest calaix pudent
Amb tantes roses, lliris i pensaments
Prou depèn, prou depèn, prou depèn
Depèn prou… estic ben mort!
Prou que estic… ben mort!
Lyrics translation
If I can get to order a piece of soul
And does not make me evil
Without misgivings
Not should get a face of horror
To see me inside well-rotten
If I die at home what you'll say
When the neighbors wonder
Want to know everything
From head to toe
We are so naive, made of figs, corn
And bread crumbs with no seasoning
Not goséssiu put too many obstacles
The rhythm that gives you that mirror turned upside down
Lost of on on nothing
I don't know how I will react
I'm afraid of not complying, as the case
They are so absurd this lot of tears
You will fall face down
The grandmother laughs, go to where he would never
And with xuca-muia refilava
Do not look more within your
That nor near nor far in treuràs or five
Not perfumis this drawer stinky
With so many roses, lilies and thoughts
Enough on enough on enough depends on
Depends on enough... I'm pretty dead!
Lamb... lamb of God!
Lamb! Lamb of God!
Do not look more within your
That nor near nor far in treuràs or five
Not perfumis this drawer stinky
With so many roses, lilies and thoughts
Enough on enough on enough depends on
Depends on enough... I'm pretty dead!
Enough that I'm... well dead!