Manel - Dona Estrangera
El teu avi tenia un bigoti llarg I blanc,
I el sucava en cervesa tèbia en tavernes dels Alps.
Pels matins les teves tietes baixen a banyar-se,
A una platja escenari de la Segona Guerra Mundial.
Dona estrangera,
Com em veuen els teus ulls?
Ton pare destil·la prunes I les deixa fermentar,
I en fires exsoviètiques ven licor de vuitanta graus.
Al jardí la teva àvia vesteix kimono blanc,
Mentre el sol vermell es pon entre les branques d'un bonsai.
Dona estrangera,
Com em veuen els teus ulls?
Dona estrangera.Manel - Dona Estrangera - http://motolyrics.com/manel/dona-estrangera-lyrics-english-translation.html
Mentre ballem em mullen les aigües del Rin,
Entro amb un tanc rus a Berlín,
M'espanta el teu passat víking.
Mentre ens besem entre copes d'arbres gegants,
Ta mare resa a déus estranys,
Ton pare educa uns elefants.
Quan fem l'amor dos-cents dansaires otomans,
Giren contents al meu voltant,
Somriuen I piquen de mans.
I ens abracem I pujo en un tramvia groc,
Passejo entre obres del Barroc,
Em perdo en la Terra del Foc.
Manel - Ms. Foreigner (English translation)
Your grandfather had a long, white mustache,
and dipped it in tepid beer in taverns in the Alps.
In the mornings, your aunts go down to bathe
at a scenic beach from World War II
Ms. Foreigner,
How do your eyes see me?
Your father peels plums and leaves them to ferment,
and in former Soviet fairs sells liquor of 80 degrees.
In the yard, your grandmother wears a white kimono,
while the red sun shines between the branches of a bonsai.
Ms. Foreigner,
How do your eyes see me?
Ms. Foreigner.
While we dance, the waters of the Rhine splash me,Manel - Dona Estrangera - http://motolyrics.com/manel/dona-estrangera-lyrics-english-translation.html
I enter with a Russian tank into Berlin,
Your viking past startles me.
While we kiss between the gigantic treetops,
Your mother prays to foreign gods,
Your father educates some elephants.
When we make love, two-hundred Ottoman dancers,
Revolve contently around me,
Smile and snap their hands.
And we hug and I board the yellow tram.
I travel between Baroque works,
I get lost in the Land of Fire.