Translation of the song lyrics Un Món, Dues Classes De Persones - Els Pets

Un Món, Dues Classes De Persones (original)

Hi ha una veu trencada que s’ofega al mig del mar
Mentre torno amb tren de Barcelona;
N’hi ha que som turistes i altres només immigrants
Un món, dues classes de persones
Hi ha una pell suada que carrega el meu butà
Per vint duros mentre faig la sopa;
Un món, dues classes de persones
Hi ha un marrec que esmorza
Cola d’una bossa
Que portava coses
Que ell mai no comprarà
I amb l’olor somia
Que la sort canvia
I el destí no està fixat
Hi ha al carrer una noia
Sola i massa jove
Que a la nit tremola
Per guanyar-se el pa
I amb el pas dels dies
Veu que res canvia i que el destí està fixat
Hi ha una llei no escrita que per sempre es complirà
Tant se val d’on ets si el que ets és pobre;
Un món, dues classes de persones

(translation)

There is a broken voice drowning in the middle of the sea
While returning by train from Barcelona;
Some of us are tourists and others are just immigrants
One world, two kind of people
There's sweaty skin charging my butane
For twenty duros while I make the soup;
One world, two kind of people
There is a man who has breakfast
Glue from a bag
That he was carrying things
That he will never buy
And with the smell he dreams
That luck changes
And the fate is not fixed
There is a girl in the street
Alone and too young
That at night it trembles
To earn a living
And with the passing of the days
He sees that nothing changes and that fate is fixed
There is an unwritten law that will forever be fulfilled
It doesn't matter where you are from if what you are is poor;
One world, two kind of people