Joan Manuel Serrat — La Noia Que S'Ha Posat A Ballar song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Noia Que S'Ha Posat A Ballar" by Joan Manuel Serrat.
Lyrics
Plou i fa sol.
No et faci dol mirar,
que ha bruixes que es pentinen,
i sargantanes que juguen a fet i a amagar,
i prodigis nous de trinca
que duu a la mà
la noia que s’ha posat a ballar.
Fugida d’un anunci de vermut.
Quin vent l’empeny???
Quina veu li canta???
Que el món és de ella,
balladora
sense parella.
Salta amunt i avall,
fa un tomb,
pica de mans
i als quatre vents s’obre de cames.
Alça al cel les mans i els ulls
contenta i entregada.
Salta amunt i avall,
fa un tomb,
pica de mans
i als quatre vents s’obre de cames.
Una noia s’ha posat a ballar
pel goig de trempar i riure
i perquè comença el temps
que ens queda per estimar.
Arremanga’t el cor i deixa-la entrar,
la noia que s’ha posar a ballar.
Potser ella és massa per al meu poble vell
de cor feixuc, mancat de paraules,
on l’arc de Sant Martí
mai no ha estat rebut
així.
Salta amunt i avall,
fa un tomb,
pica de mans
i als quatre vents s’obre de cames.
Alça al cel les mans i els ulls
contenta i entregada.
Salta amunt i avall,
fa un tomb,
pica de mans
i als quatre vents s’obre de cames.
Lyrics translation
It's raining and sunny.
Don't make grieving look,
that has witches pentinen,
and lizards that they play on the fact and hide,
and wonders new altogether
that leads to the hand
the girl that has been put to dance.
Leak of an announcement of vermouth.
What wind pushes it???
Which voice sings???
That the world is her,
balladora
without couple.
Jumps up and down,
take a turn,
sink hands
and to the four winds opens legs.
Upward to heaven his hands and eyes
happy and delivered.
Jumps up and down,
take a turn,
sink hands
and to the four winds opens legs.
A girl has been put to dance
by the joy of trempar and laugh
and so begins the time
what we have left to love.
Arremanga't the heart and let it enter,
the girl who has been put to dance.
Perhaps it is too much for my old village
of heart hard, bereft of words,
where the rainbow
it has never been received
so.
Jumps up and down,
take a turn,
sink hands
and to the four winds opens legs.
Upward to heaven his hands and eyes
happy and delivered.
Jumps up and down,
take a turn,
sink hands
and to the four winds opens legs.