Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tres De Pego, artist - La Gossa Sorda. Album song Saó, in the genre Регги
Date of issue: 06.04.2008
Record label: Maldito
Song language: Catalan
Tres De Pego(original) |
Eh, xiquet! |
La força m’ha abandonat |
i se m’acaben les hores. |
Fins ací hem arribat |
els que veniem del poble de Pego. |
I no sé res dels meus companys |
però he perdut tota esperança |
ja res més puc esperar. |
Eh, xiquet! |
La força m’ha abandonat, |
escolta bé el meu missatge. |
De com hem acabat dins de l’infern de Mathaussen. |
Nosaltres que empunyarem el fusell |
per dignitat antifeixista |
contra els llepons del senyoret. |
Si sobrevius passa’t per Pego |
i digues que no tornarem, |
que a les fosses de Mathaussen |
tres de Pego han fet la pell. |
I ves i digues al Passiego |
i a tots els senyorets |
que dormiran tranquils |
però temps al temps, |
perquè la lluita és dura |
però sura sobre el temps. |
Eh, xiquet! |
Només teniem les mans |
per dur avant la casa. |
I buscavem treball |
tots el matins a la plaça, |
i passava |
que als que estàvem al sindicat |
ens escopien a la cara |
i els nostres fills tenien fam. |
Eh, xiquet! |
Vam juntar les mans |
i vam plantar-los cara. |
No teniem mitjans |
però ompliem la plaça |
del poble. |
I senyorets i militars |
ens van portar |
camins de guerra |
i vam lluitar fins al final. |
Si sobrevius passa' per Pego |
i digues que no tornarem, |
que a les fosses de Mathaussen |
tres de Pego han fet la pell. |
I digues als joves de Pego |
que guarden el foc encés |
només quedarà el caliu |
però temps al temps, |
perquè la lluita és dura |
però sura sobre el temps. |
(veu en off) |
Front de Terol, Batalla de l´Ebre, |
Pirineus amunt |
rius de gent, a peu, |
cares brutes i ferides. |
Camp de concentració francès |
i renovar l´arma. |
Disparar a les rates |
des de les muntanyes d´Occitània, |
fer-los una emboscada |
a cada segon que abaixaven la guàrdia, |
Dos objectius finals en la batalla, |
eliminar el feixisme i tornar cap a casa. |
Si sobrevius passa per Pego |
i digues que no tornarem, |
que a les fosses de Mathausen |
tres de Pego han fet la pell |
i ves i digues al passiego |
i a tots els senyorets |
que dormiran tranquils |
pero temps al temps |
perque la lluita es dura |
pero… |
Si sobrevius passa per Pego |
i digues que no tornarem, |
que a les fosses de Mathausen |
tres de Pego han fet la pell |
i digues als joves de Pego |
que guarden el foc encés |
només quedarà el caliu |
però temps al temps |
perque la lluita es dura |
pero sura sobre el temps. |
Tres de Pego, no tornarem! |
no tornarem! |
Tres de Pego… |
no tornarem! |
(translation) |
Hey, boy! |
Strength has left me |
and my hours are running out. |
We have come this far |
those of us who came from the village of Pego. |
And I know nothing about my classmates |
but I have lost all hope |
I can't wait for anything else. |
Hey, boy! |
Strength has left me, |
listen carefully to my message. |
How we ended up in Mathaussen's hell. |
We who will wield the rifle |
for anti-fascist dignity |
against the lords of the lord. |
If you survive, go to Pego |
and say we won't be back |
than in the graves of Mathaussen |
three of Pego have made the skin. |
And go and tell the Passiego |
and to all the gentlemen |
they will sleep peacefully |
but from time to time |
because the fight is hard |
but it floats over time. |
Hey, boy! |
We only had our hands |
to carry on the house. |
And we were looking for work |
every morning in the square, |
and it happened |
than those of us who were in the union |
they spit in our face |
and our children were hungry. |
Hey, boy! |
We clasped our hands together |
and we planted them face to face. |
We had no means |
but we fill the square |
of the village. |
And gentlemen and military |
they took us |
roads of war |
and we fought to the end. |
If you survive, go through Pego |
and say we won't be back |
than in the graves of Mathaussen |
three of Pego have made the skin. |
And tell the Pego youth |
that keep the fire burning |
only the heat will remain |
but from time to time |
because the fight is hard |
but it floats over time. |
(voiceover) |
Teruel Front, Battle of the Ebro, |
Up the Pyrenees |
rivers of people, on foot, |
dirty and wounded faces. |
French concentration camp |
and renew the weapon. |
Shoot the rats |
from the mountains of Occitania, |
ambush them |
every second they lowered their guard, |
Two ultimate goals in battle, |
eliminate fascism and return home. |
If you survive, go through Pego |
and say we won't be back |
than in the graves of Mathausen |
three of Pego have made the skin |
and go and tell the walk |
and to all the gentlemen |
they will sleep peacefully |
but time to time |
because the fight is hard |
But… |
If you survive, go through Pego |
and say we won't be back |
than in the graves of Mathausen |
three of Pego have made the skin |
and tell the Pego youth |
that keep the fire burning |
only the heat will remain |
but time to time |
because the fight is hard |
but it floats on time. |
Three of Pego, we will not return! |
we will not be back! |
Three of Pego |
we will not be back! |