Lyrics of Pandero - Al Andaluz Project

Pandero (original)

Tocaria jo el pandero
Lere lere lere lere
Però m’han de convidar
Per a tocar el pandero
Colpejant amb tant coratge
Mentre ve el vers a la boca
Ai;
Qui puguera cantar-la
Sense voler, i ballar-la
No podran dir que no sona
Ni que no trempa el tocaor
I si pugués algú hir-ho
Millor que calle
I que es faca el sord
Poc a poc vindrà qui vulga
Lere lere lere lere
Els balladors feinejen
Poc a poc vinga qui vulga
M’enjogasse en una cara
Lere lere lere lere
Ai!, m’ha tornat la mirada
Trastabillege i m’agafe
No podran dir que no sona
Ni que no trempa el tocaor
I si pugués algú hir-ho
Millor que calle
I que es faca el sord
Emmordasseu la veu
Que diu que no quan és que sí
Si vols pa tin vi
S’haureu d’endur el mal dormir
Que ací no es ve a patir
Si vols pa tin vi
Apofiteu la bonanca
I que nitefeja i fa calma
Escampat el blat a l’era
I al camp la palla cremada
Que no fredeja encara
I que en tenim de grat
Per a festejar
No podran dir que no sona
Ni que no trempa el tocaor
I si pugués algú hir-ho
Millor que calle
I que es faca el sord
Si no es capgira la feina
I no es cpfica el que paga
Encara queda prou festa
Arraconeu les cabòries
I feu el buit a les penes
Pegueu-li foc al caldero
No podran dir que no sona
Ni que no trempa el tocaor
I si pugués algú hir-ho
Millor que calle
I que es faca el sord

(translation)

I would play the tambourine
Lere lere lere lere
But they have to invite me
To play the tambourine
Hitting with so much courage
As the verse comes into his mouth
Ai;
Who could sing it
Unintentionally, and dance it
They can't say it doesn't sound
Not that it soaks the tocaor
And if anyone could hurt me
Better a poor horse than no horse at all
And let him become deaf
Little by little whoever comes will come
Lere lere lere lere
The dancers work
Little by little, whoever wants to come
He would throw me in the face
Lere lere lere lere
Alas, my gaze has returned
Read me and catch me
They can't say it doesn't sound
Not that it soaks the tocaor
And if anyone could hurt me
Better a poor horse than no horse at all
And let him become deaf
Bite your voice
That he says no when he does
If you want no wine
You just have to be more discriminating with the help you render toward other people
That here one does not come to suffer
If you want no wine
Take advantage of the bonanza
And it's snowing and it's calm
Scattered wheat in the era
And in the field the burnt straw
That doesn't cool yet
And we like it
To celebrate
They can't say it doesn't sound
Not that it soaks the tocaor
And if anyone could hurt me
Better a poor horse than no horse at all
And let him become deaf
If the job is not turned upside down
And it doesn't matter what you pay for
There is still enough party left
Put the crap out
And make the gap in the pains
Set fire to the cauldron
They can't say it doesn't sound
Not that it soaks the tocaor
And if anyone could hurt me
Better a poor horse than no horse at all
And let him become deaf