Zoo — Carrer de l'Amargura song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Carrer de l'Amargura" by Zoo.
Lyrics
Deixa Valencia a Juliol puta vida,
Ultim exàmen, primer raig de sol,
Porta les mans arrapaes de fer extres
Tot el dolor de la vinya al renyons
Creua la pista de Silla a migdia,
Sona l’herència, li cau la suor,
Mira l’arròs, la ribera que brilla
Tira per dins: alacant interior
Ix d’Alacant cara amunt la Mariola
Va i torna al poble a diari, no pot
Amb el lloguer i amb el curro ella sola,
Cuina el sopar de sa mare, no vol
que ningú sapia què cobra per hora
condescendències les justes, amor
tot el que té pel seu fill que diu hola
des del seu ventre, batega el seu cor.
Però el rellotge s’atura allà dalt,
I es mesclen la locura, la mort i el carnaval…
I arriben festes de nou,
I allò que cou ja no cura
I el poble sopa al carrer,
Al teu carrer, carrer de l’amargura
Mira el paissatge sentat a la plaça,
Penjen les llums i les flors dels balcons
No pot anar al casal ni de caça
I les olives li donen pa poc
Enguany la orquesta està enfront de casa
Musica i festa, la dansa, el bastó
A estes altures, i faça el que faça
Ja va per dins tota la processó
Tornada
Però el rellotge s’atura allà dalt,
I una altra criatura comença una aventura
I el iaio sap que s’acosta el final,
I es mesclen la locura, la mort i el carnaval…
Tornada
Lyrics translation
Leaves Valencia in July puta vida,
Last examination, the first ray of sun,
Door hands arrapaes do extras
All the pain from the vineyard to the renyons
Crosses the track of Silla in the south,
Sounds like the legacy, you get the sweat,
Look at the rice, the shore that shines
Strip for inside: alicante interior
Ix of Alicante facing the Mariola
It and returns to the village on a daily basis, can not
With the rental and with the gigs alone,
Cooking the dinner of her mother, does not want to
anyone sapia what he charges per hour
condescendències fair, love
all that he has for his son that says hi
from your belly, beats her heart.
But the clock will stop up there,
And mingle the locura, the death and the carnival…
And come holidays again,
And what is that cook no longer care
And the village soup on the street,
In your street, the street of the bitterness
Look at the landscape and sit down in the plaza,
Penjen the lights and the flowers on the balconies
You can't go in the house or hunting
And the olives give the bread a little
This year the orchestra is in front of house
Music & party, dance, club
At these heights, and make the handle
Because it goes inside the whole of the procession
Back
But the clock will stop up there,
And another creature starts an adventure
And the iaio know that is approaching the end,
And mingle the locura, the death and the carnival…
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