Els Amics de les Arts — Jean-Luc song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Jean-Luc" by Els Amics de les Arts.
Lyrics
Jean-luc by Els Amics de les ArtsEns vam retrobar una nit d’estiu en un cicle
especial
De cinema francès a la fresca.
El meu plan era tornar aviat però al final
Tot es va anar allargant
I els dos vam decidir sortir de gresca.
Se’ns va fer tard.
Va dir: «No agafis pas el cotxe, si vols et pots quedar.
Que al pis hi tinc quarto exprés per convidats».
Et deixo aquí sobre un cobrellit
Perquè ara no però després fot rasca, ja veuràs.
Si tens gana o vols aigua tu mateix
Pots fer com si fossis a casa.
La manera com va dir bona nit I va picar l’ullet era
Fàcilment mal interpretable.
Vaig augurar una nit per la posteritat,
Fer un cim, fer un 8.000
Fer quelcom difícilment igualable.
Però allà no passava res,
Només aquell silenci
Trencat pel meu somier.
Potser no era el seu tipus,
Millor que no fes res.
I en una paret al fons
Imprès en blanc I negre
Hi havia un pòster d’en Godard.
Potser ell podria dir-me
Per què em ballava el cap.
Ai Jean-Luc, ai Jean-Luc
Vull entendre-ho però no puc.
Ell va dir que en casos com aquests
No es tracta de ser més guapo o de ser més lleig
Sinó d’estar convençut de fer-ho.
Jo vaig dir-li «Ja, però si ara hi vaig I ella no vol
Després què? Després tot això acaba siguent un Rollo patatero».
Em va convidar a fumar
I en un plano-seqüència una frase magistral
«Una dona és una dona
No et preocupis, tant se val».
L’endemà vam esmorzar,
Ni tan sols vaig mirar-la I a l’hora de marxar
Ella em va fer un petó
Que encara no sé interpretar.
Ai Jean-Luc, ai Jean-Luc
Vull entendre-ho però no puc.
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Lyrics translation
Jean-luc by Els Amics de les ArtsEns we rediscover a summer night in a cycle
special
Of French cinema in the open air.
My plan was to return soon, but in the end
Everything went stretching
And the two we decided to go out with fun.
We did later.
He said: "do Not take step to the car, if you want you can stay.
That on the floor there I have a quarto express for guests".
I leave here on a quilt
So not now but after you give a damn scratch, as you'll see.
If you are hungry or want water yourself
You can do as if you were at home.
The way he said good night And got the wink was
Easily poorly interpretable.
I suggested a night for posterity,
Make a top, make a 8.000
Do something difficult igualable.
But there nothing happens,
Only that silence
Broken by my spring bed base.
Maybe he wasn't her type,
Better than not doing anything.
And on a wall in the background
Printed in black And white
There was a poster of Godard.
Perhaps he could tell me
Why I danced the head.
Ai Jean-Luc, oh Jean-Luc
I want to understand it but I can't.
He said that in cases such as these
It is not about being more handsome or more ugly
But be convinced to do it.
I said to him "Already, but if now I And she does not want
Then what? After all of this ends up being a Rollo patatero".
He invited me to smoke
And in a plano-sequence a phrase masterly
"A woman is a woman
Don't worry, it doesn't matter".
The next day we breakfast,
I didn't even watch it And when to leave
She made me a kiss
That I still don't know to interpret.
Ai Jean-Luc, oh Jean-Luc
I want to understand it but I can't.
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