Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Les Ampolles, artist - Dusminguet. Album song Vafalungo, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 27.02.2003
Record label: Parlophone Spain
Song language: Catalan
Les Ampolles(original) |
Aquí cap ampolla no cal dur |
De les buides, de les plenes en beus tu |
Jo no en veig pas vuit mai dalt de la paret |
Això no ho sap pas ningú |
Tria la més plena I beu plaent |
Jo en bevia quan n’hi havia I no sols vi |
No n’hi hauran pas set mai dalt de la paret |
Mentre tu en vagis bevent |
De la casa I de la vinya et veig venir |
Amb l’ampolla que et fa riure, tu ets sonat |
No n’hi hauran pas sis mai dalt de la paret |
Fa riure com es van restant |
La gent treballant I tu amb l’ampolla |
T’esbroncava la veïna I el veïnat |
No n’hi hauran pas cinc ni de trosqui ni a galet |
Si mai no en tens tu ja prou |
Tu ja saps com cau la pluja pel raïm |
Com per gust xafen la fruita els nostres paps, paps, paps |
Se’n recullen quatre I en surten molts menys |
És la gana del camp |
La cançó de les ampolles de petit |
Te’n rifaves I cantaves, no pas ara |
Siguin tres o bé dues, ni una ni zero |
És el que n’ha quedat |
(translation) |
No bottle needs to be carried here |
You drink the empty ones, the full ones |
I never see eight of them on the wall |
Nobody knows that |
Choose the fullest And drink pleasantly |
I drank it when I had it, and not just wine |
There will never be seven on the wall |
While you go drinking |
I see you coming from the house and from the vineyard |
With the bottle that makes you laugh, you sound |
There will never be six on the wall |
It makes you laugh as they go |
People working And you with the bottle |
The neighbor and the neighborhood were booing you |
There will be no five of them, not even a piece of cake |
If you never have enough you already have enough |
You already know how the rain falls on the grapes |
How our potatoes, potatoes, potatoes taste like fruit |
Four are collected, and many fewer are collected |
It is the hunger of the countryside |
The song of small bottles |
You laughed and sang, not now |
Be it three or two, neither one nor zero |
That's all there is to it |