Lyrics of Batiste Ceba - La Gossa Sorda

Batiste Ceba (original)

Encara no ha eixit el Sol
I allà va batiste ceba
Dos casalles dins del cos
L’aixada al coll camí de l’horta
Avuí tot es diferent se’n adona Batiste Ceba
Excavadores i ciments
Li estan destrossant la terra
Conta el tio Batiste de quan era xicotet
Que son pare li ensenyava a llaurar bé
Que cada dia d’estiu
Cremant-li el Sol al llom
Que com l’han fet patir sempre eixos cabrons
Volen fer una carretera i li tombaran sa casa
L’alqueria més bonica de tota la comarca
Ja no beurà aigua del pou ni podrà collir tomaques
Li estan furtant la vida els fills dels camises blaves
Conta el tio Batiste de quan era xicotet
Que son pare li ensenyava a llaurar bé
Que cada dia d’estiu
Cremant-li el Sol al llom
Que com l’han fet patir sempre eixos cabrons
Sempre!
Conta el tio Batiste de quan era xicotet
Que son pare li ensenyava a llaurar bé
Que cada dia d’estiu
Cremant-li el Sol al llom
Que com l’han fet patir sempre eixos cabrons
Encara no son deu i el sol ja crema
Encara no son deu i el sol ja crema, crema
Encara no son deu i el sol ja crema
Encara no son deu i el sol ja crema, crema
I el sol ja crema
El meu xiquet es l’amo
Del corral i del carrer
De la figuera i la parra
De la flor del taronger
Lolololololo Batiste!
Lolololololo més, més, més, més!
Lolololololo Batiste!
Lolololololo!
Lolololololo Batiste!
Lolololololo més, més, més, més!
Lolololololo Batiste!
Lolololololo!
Lolololololo Batiste!
Lolololololo més, més, més, més!
Lolololololo Batiste!
Lolololololo!
Lolololololo Batiste!
Lolololololo més, més, més, més!
Lolololololo Batiste!
Lolololololo!
Lolololololo Batiste!
Lolololololo més, més, més, més!
Lolololololo Batiste!
Lolololololo!

(translation)

The sun has not yet risen
And there goes batiste onion
Two boxes inside the body
The hoe on the way to the garden
Everything is different today, Batiste Ceba realizes
Excavators and cement
They are destroying his land
Tio Batiste tells about when he was little
That his father taught him to plow well
That every summer day
Burning the Sun on his back
How those bastards have always made him suffer
They want to build a road and they will knock down his house
The most beautiful farmhouse in the whole region
He will no longer drink water from the well or pick tomatoes
The children of the blue shirts are stealing his life
Tio Batiste tells about when he was little
That his father taught him to plow well
That every summer day
Burning the Sun on his back
How those bastards have always made him suffer
Always!
Tio Batiste tells about when he was little
That his father taught him to plow well
That every summer day
Burning the Sun on his back
How those bastards have always made him suffer
It's not yet ten and the sun is already burning
It's not yet ten and the sun is already burning, burning
It's not yet ten and the sun is already burning
It's not yet ten and the sun is already burning, burning
And the sun is already burning
I love my boy
From the yard and from the street
Of the fig tree and the vine
From the blossom of the orange tree
Lolololololo Batiste!
Lolololololo more, more, more, more!
Lolololololo Batiste!
Lolololololo!
Lolololololo Batiste!
Lolololololo more, more, more, more!
Lolololololo Batiste!
Lolololololo!
Lolololololo Batiste!
Lolololololo more, more, more, more!
Lolololololo Batiste!
Lolololololo!
Lolololololo Batiste!
Lolololololo more, more, more, more!
Lolololololo Batiste!
Lolololololo!
Lolololololo Batiste!
Lolololololo more, more, more, more!
Lolololololo Batiste!
Lolololololo!