Brams — L'Últim Tirabol song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "L'Últim Tirabol" by Brams.
Lyrics
Era jove, era berguedà
Estava a punt de fer vint-i-tres anys
S’acostava Corpus, se li veia en els ulls
Encesos com espurnes de Patum
Mig poble deia que era un bon sagal
L’altre mig que era un bordegàs
I la noia que estimava
No li fotia ni cas
Dimecres de Patum vam quedar
A la barana però no s’hi va
Presentar
En un revolt, amb el seu cotxe vell
Va deixar la pell
Des d’un racó sentia els gegants
La música acompanyava
Unes llàgrimes galta avall
Quan vaig tornar a la plaça
Potser va ser la màgia de la Patum
O la barreja de la cervesa
Però aquell fet no va ser per a mi
Pas una sorpresa
Em va semblar veure’l arribar
Amb el barret i el mocador nusat
Em va dir que Sant Pere té per costum
Deixar als berguedans
Fer un darrer salt de Patum
Amb una mirada de complicitat
I un somriure com tenia ell sol
De bracet agafats vam saltar
L'últim Tirabol
Lyrics translation
I was young, it was berguedà
I was on the point of doing three-and-twenty years
Approaching Corpus christi, he saw in the eyes
Lit as sparks of Patum
Half the people said it was a nice sagal
The other half that it was a boy's name
And the girl he loved
Don't fotia or case
Wednesday Patum we were
To the rail but there was
Present
In a bend, with your old car
It left the skin
From a corner I felt the giants
The music accompanying it
A few tears cheek down
When I go back to the plaza
Maybe it was the magic of the Patum
Or the mixture of the beer
But that fact was not for me
Step a surprise
I thought it was to see him arrive
With the hat and the scarf nusat
He told me that St. Peter has to custom
Leave the berguedans
Make a last jump of Patum
With a look of complicity
And a smile as he was himself
Of hand holding we jump
The last Tirabol