Glaucs — Històries curtes song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Històries curtes" by Glaucs.
Lyrics
Jo crec en bruixes que es desfan al sol
Que maleeixen pares ofuscats
Per una pruna vestida de dol
Amb les mans plenes de somnis trencats
No fas la cara, no tens perquè
D’alçar les mans al cel
Veig instruments de pas, gent tremolant de fred
Lamento ser tan aprop teu
Això et fa gràcia?
Oh! no! no! no!
Són històries curtes sense cap sentit
Que ho consumeixen tot dins el teu cap
Reconec que ets jove i que no tens pietat
Has tirat la sort dins un forat
I ara perds, i ara creus
Que somies despert, digues:
Na na na na na na na na na na
Un príncep blau vagant per la ciutat
Pregunta si algú ha vist el seu castell
La gent se’l mira i riuen entre dents
Pot ser que ho trobin divertit
Hi ha un cos de pàs que no pot moure els dits
I s’ha trobat enmig dels arguments
I tu estirat a casa i sense massa traça
Has destapat els ulls sense color
Això et fa gràcia?
Oh! no! no! no!
Són històries curtes sense cap sentit
Que ho consumeixen tot dins el teu cap
Reconec que ets jove i que no tens pietat
Has tirat la sort dins un forat
I ara perds, i ara creus
Que somies despert, digues:
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
Cauen del cel escumosos trossets del meu cap
Camina trista i sense cap consol
Sense massa temps per descobrir
Que no té coratge, l’altre no té traça
I el que queda vol saber estimar
Això et fa gràcia?
Oh! no! no! no!
Són històries curtes sense cap sentit
Que ho consumeixen tot dins el teu cap
Reconec que ets jove i que no tens pietat
Has tirat la sort dins un forat
I ara perds, i ara creus
Que somies despert, digues:
Na na na na na na na na na na…
Lyrics translation
I believe in witches that melt in the sun
That maleeixen parents ofuscats
For a plum dressed in mourning
With his hands full of broken dreams
You do not make the face, you don't have because
Of raising the hands in the sky
I see the instruments of the pas, people standing outside shivering in the cold
Sorry to be so close to your
It makes you grace?
Oh! no! no! no!
Are short histories without any sense
That you consume all in your head
I recognize that you're young and that you don't have mercy
Have you thrown the luck inside a hole
And now you lose, and now you think
That dream awake, tell me:
Na na na na na na na na na na
A prince wandering around the city
Question if someone has seen your castle
The people they watch and laugh between teeth
It may be that you find fun
There is a body of pàs that you can't move your fingers
And has been found in the middle of the arguments
And you lying at home and without too much trace
You have all the eyes without color
It makes you grace?
Oh! no! no! no!
Are short histories without any sense
That you consume all in your head
I recognize that you're young and that you don't have mercy
Have you thrown the luck inside a hole
And now you lose, and now you think
That dream awake, tell me:
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
Falling from the sky sparkling pieces of my head
Walks sad and without any consolation
Without too much time to discover
That is not courage, the other has no trace
And that is want to know love
It makes you grace?
Oh! no! no! no!
Are short histories without any sense
That you consume all in your head
I recognize that you're young and that you don't have mercy
Have you thrown the luck inside a hole
And now you lose, and now you think
That dream awake, tell me:
Na na na na na na na na na na…