Translation of the song lyrics Astronauta rimador - Antònia Font, Bratislava Symphony Orchestra

Astronauta rimador (original)

Cafeïna, droga dura, droga fina
Control, bumetres de colors
Pressions, nivells d’oli, benzina
Èter, combustible irascible
Crema un sol diòxid dins un cel monòxid
I no descanses astre incombustible?
Déu de s’univers, no me diguis que me deixes
Aquí tirat i aquí tirat
De vacances pagades, anar a fer feina a sa galàxia cinc
D’un sistema podrit d’agències de viatges
De putes i fulanes, te cagues, de guarres?
Me mor de ganes
Som s’astronauta rimador
Que rima i que se caga si fallen es motors
Som s’atronauta noranta
I tenc un paper mate i un rotllo de paper de vàter
Un dia assolellat partim estacions espacials
Monitors, cronòmetres
Compte enrere fins a nou, qui marca sa marca
Qui dóna el sus i partim com un coet
Camins que se tanquen i parets, bistecs
Cordon blues, piteres de pollastre
I una merda, puré de proteïna i cafeïna
Què és un droga dura i que és una droga fina
9 876 543 210, ignició!
Controla!, que un led vermell s’encén
Controla!, que un led vermell s’encén
I preparant es viatge a Saturn he trobat una revista
Que duia una entrevista amb fotos a sa lluna
Jo i en Simó científics astronautes
Dedicàvem ses paraules a una reportera veterana
Bloc i gravadora
I què passa!
Sa pena m’ha deixat
Fet una puta braga i me costa partir
I dir adéu a germans i germanes, adéu a tots
Leds vermells m’enrevolten, controlen cada peça
D’un transbordador filigrana i no fallen
O gairebé no fallen, ses màquines perfectes Macintosh
Sa finestra, estrelles que se precipiten
Iogurts de merda seca
S’univers desconegut és una cadena d’esdeveniments
Que ens afecten més o menys
I es xòfer des vehicle lunar discuteix amb un turista
Que no sap que realment és un artista assegut a un volant
Que esquivar tots es cràters no és fàcil a tal velocitat
Sa cuina se posa a mil i es menjador se peta
I es cheff que se queixa que no hi ha carn, ni peix
Ni olles netes: peroles militars rovellades
I es mosso de sa cuina és nou
Ningú li ha explicat ni què ha de fer
I ses bosses de fems son allà
I ningú les tirara o què?
Que això pareix un niu de rates i no una cuina
Que si ve un inspector de sanitat
Fotrà un multa i xaparà el negoci
Que m'és igual que jo només ho dic
Senyora, com se pot imaginar tot això
A jo me sua soberanament la polla
I que anava a dir …
Som s’astronauta rimador
Que rima i que se caga si fallen es motors
Som s’astronauta noranta
I tenc un paper mater i un rotllo de paper de vàter
Sinapsi, lliure pensament, drogodependència
Farmàcia, creu rotja, creu verda
Semàfor no t’assustis, company de carretera
Amic per sempre més

(translation)

Caffeine, hard drug, fine drug
Control, color gauges
Pressures, oil levels, gasoline
Ether, irascible fuel
It burns a single dioxide in a monoxide sky
And don't you rest incombustible star?
God of the universe, don't tell me you're leaving me
Here lying and here lying
On a paid vacation, go to work in your galaxy five
From a rotten system of travel agencies
Of whores and so-and-so, you shit, of sluts?
I'm dying for it
We're a rhyming astronaut
That rhymes and shit if engines fail
We are ninety astronauts
And I have a matte paper and a roll of toilet paper
On a sunny day we leave space stations
Monitors, stopwatches
Count down to nine, who marks his mark
Who gives a shit and leaves like a rocket
Closed paths and walls, steaks
Cordon blues, chicken breasts
And shit, protein and caffeine puree
What is a hard drug and what is a fine drug
9 876 543 210, ignition!
Check that a red LED is lit.
Check that a red LED is lit.
And while preparing for the trip to Saturn, I found a magazine
That he was conducting a photo interview on his moon
Simon and I are astronaut scientists
We dedicated our words to a veteran reporter
Block and recorder
And what happens!
I'm sorry to hear that
Made a fucking panty and it's hard for me to leave
And say goodbye to brothers and sisters, goodbye to all
Red LEDs surround me, they control every piece
Filigree shuttle and they don't fail
Or they almost don't fail, their perfect Macintosh machines
His window, stars rushing
Dry shit yogurts
The Unknown Universe is a chain of events
That affects us more or less
And the driver of the lunar vehicle is arguing with a tourist
Who doesn’t know that he really is an artist sitting behind the wheel
Dodging all craters is not easy at this speed
His kitchen is a thousand and his dining room is cracked
And the chef complains that there is no meat or fish
Not clean pots: rusty military pots
And his kitchen is new
Nobody told him what to do
And his manure bags are there
And no one will throw them or what?
That this looks like a rat's nest and not a kitchen
That if a health inspector comes
Fuck a fine and slap the business
That I don't care what I just say
Madam, how can all this be imagined
My cock sweats sovereignly
And what was he going to say?
We're a rhyming astronaut
That rhymes and shit if engines fail
We are ninety astronauts
And I have a mater paper and a roll of toilet paper
Synapse, free thinking, drug addiction
Pharmacy, red cross, green cross
Don't be afraid of traffic lights, fellow traveler
Friend forever more