Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pandero, artist - L'Ham de Foc. Album song Cor De Porc, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 24.04.2005
Record label: Galileo Music Communication
Song language: Catalan
Pandero(original) |
Tocaria jo el pandero |
Lere lere lere lele |
Però m’han de convidar |
Per tocar el pandero |
Colpejant amb 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 pogués algú dir-ho |
Millor que calle |
I que es faça el sord |
Poc a poc vindrà qui vullga |
Lere lere lere lele |
Els balladors feinegen |
Poc a poc vinga qui vullga |
M’enjogasse en una cara |
Lere lere lere lele |
Ai!, m’ha tornat la mirada |
Trastabillege i m’agafe |
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 |
Aprofiteu la bonança |
I que niteja 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 celebrar |
Si no es capgira la feina |
I no es capfica el que paga |
Encara queda prou festa |
Arraconeu les cabòries |
I feu-li el buit a les penes |
Pegueu-li foc al caldero |
(translation) |
I would play the tambourine |
Lere lere lere lele |
But they have to invite me |
To play the tambourine |
Hitting with 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 tell |
Better a poor horse than no horse at all |
And let him become deaf |
Little by little whoever comes will come |
Lere lere lere lele |
The dancers work |
Little by little, whoever wants to come |
He would throw me in the face |
Lere lere lere lele |
Alas, my gaze has returned |
Read me and catch me |
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 cleans and calms |
Scattered wheat in the era |
And in the field the burnt straw |
That doesn't cool yet |
And we like it |
To celebrate |
If the job is not turned upside down |
And he doesn't pay what he pays |
There is still enough party left |
Put the crap out |
And fill the void in the pain |
Set fire to the cauldron |