Umpah Pah — La Cachimba i "Els Rostolls D'Angelina" song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Cachimba i "Els Rostolls D'Angelina"" by Umpah Pah.
Lyrics
Vull viure entre herbes
Vull cuidar el meu hort, sí!
M’ensiborno amb l’esperit de llibertat
Sembla, sembla un antic somni dolç d’amor
D’un vell morrut hippiós grenyut sarnós escarràs geniüt
No tinc res a perdre dins d’aquestes quatre parets, sol
Que m’inunden de valor
Pel sol fet d’estar entre barrots
Per acabar esquitllant d’aquest món
Encenc la rialla amb un bon misto, és clar
Jo no tinc res més a fer
Serà que no puc canviar de voravia
No ho respiris si, si no és maria
L’ombra rasta no ha tingut mai cap enveja del cos
Joiós viu sols, dins una catximba dorm
Dorm, dorm, dorm, dorm
Dorm, dorm, dorm, dorm
Vull córrer entre gladiols morint curull d’esperit del pol·len
Pres d’un delit sóc desaforat, sé que és lo que hi ha
Per seguir a gust, a gust, a gust d’algú que fuig, a gust a gust
A gust d’algú que fuig
Anant tot xino-xano, xino-xano, xino-xano, xino-xano
Filaré prim per poder estar feliç almenys un quart amb mi
Si més no rient amb un bon amic
Sense cap regust, regust, regust
Tan sols un quart amb mi, sense cap disgust
Encenc la rialla amb un bon misto, és clar
Jo no tinc res més a fer
Serà que no puc canviar de voravia
No ho respiris si, si no és maria
Mai no és tard per viure nuu amb mi o dormir sol
Cremant un bon rostoll d’angelina
Fum verd fosc anem fumant, anem fumant tots dos
Fum verd fosc anem fumant, anem fumant tots dos
Dins d’una catximba dorm, dorm
Encenc la rialla amb un bon misto, és clar
Jo no tinc res més a fer
Serà que no puc canviar de voravia
No ho respiris si, si no és maria
L’ombra rasta no ha tingut mai cap enveja del cos
Joiós viu sols, dins una catximba dorm
Dorm, dorm, dorm, dorm
Dorm, dorm, dorm, dorm
Mai no és tar: pots viure nuu amb mi o dormir sol
Cremant un bon rostoll d’angelina
Fum verd fosc anem fumant, anem fumant tots dos
Fum verd fosc anem fumant, dins d’una catximba dorm
Dorm, dorm, dorm, dorm
Dorm, dorm, dorm, dorm
El perfil sense cap traç té draps bruts amagats, ja ho saps
L’univers mort dorm dins d’una catximba d’or
Rovell merdós
L’orgull per be el sang pren molt bruscament
Bona nit, cargol!
L’orgull per be el sang pren molt bruscament
Bona nit, cargol!
Lyrics translation
I want to live among herbs
I want to take care of my vegetable garden, yes!
I ensiborno with the spirit of freedom
It seems, it seems an old sweet dream of love
An old oil hippiós grenyut sarnós wildcard geniüt
I don't have anything to lose within these four walls, sun
I flood value
By the mere fact of being between bars
To finish esquitllant of this world
I turn the laughter with a good misto, it is clear
I don't have anything more to do
Will be that I can't change voravia
Don't respiris if, if it is not maria
The shade rasta have never had any envy of the body
Joyous living alone, within a catximba sleep
Sleeps, sleeps, sleeps, sleeps
Sleeps, sleeps, sleeps, sleeps
I want to run between gladiols dying overflowing of the spirit of the pollen
Taken a delight I'm unbridled, I know that is what it is there
To continue to taste, taste, taste of someone who flees, to taste, to taste
To taste of someone who flees
Going all the xino-xano, xino-xano, xino-xano, xino-xano
Filaré thin to be able to be happy for at least a quarter with me
If not laughing with a good friend
Without any aftertaste, aftertaste, aftertaste
Only a quarter with me, without any grief
I turn the laughter with a good misto, it is clear
I don't have anything more to do
Will be that I can't change voravia
Don't respiris if, if it is not maria
It is never too late to live ñuu with me or sleep alone
Burning a good rostoll of angelina
Smoke dark green we smoking, we smoking both
Smoke dark green we smoking, we smoking both
Within a catximba sleeps, sleeps
I turn the laughter with a good misto, it is clear
I don't have anything more to do
Will be that I can't change voravia
Don't respiris if, if it is not maria
The shade rasta have never had any envy of the body
Joyous living alone, within a catximba sleep
Sleeps, sleeps, sleeps, sleeps
Sleeps, sleeps, sleeps, sleeps
Never is tar: you can live ñuu with me or sleep alone
Burning a good rostoll of angelina
Smoke dark green we smoking, we smoking both
Smoke dark green we are going to smoke, within a catximba sleep
Sleeps, sleeps, sleeps, sleeps
Sleeps, sleeps, sleeps, sleeps
The profile without any line has dirty rags hidden, you already know it
The universe death sleeps inside a catximba gold
Yolk merdós
The pride to be the blood taken very sharply
Good night, snail!
The pride to be the blood taken very sharply
Good night, snail!