Translation of the song lyrics Pandero - L'Ham de Foc, L`Ham De Foc

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