Lyrics of Calor Calor - La Troba Kung-Fú

Calor Calor (original)

Calor, calor
Que em falta calor!
Acosta´t una mica per favor!
x4
L´alcohol que em baixa ja no em crema
Que a l´entranya hi tinc una pedra
Pedra de gel feta de pena
Ja no li cau ni una llagrimeta
Nano, tu ets jove -em diuen veuetes-
Per veure els dies passar tant ràpid
Acava el trago i aixeca la vista
I surt al carrer i busca qui t´estima
Però jo tot iaio ple de cabòries
Menjant cigarros i a la meva olla
Donant-me brasa sense profit
Sempre m´explico deu mil històries
I em dic que jo puc, que no sóc poruc
Però el fred de peus em fa sentir sirenes
Cada sirena pel què he perdut
A tots els trens als què he dat l´esquena
Que no sóc gat i a mi em falten vides
El fred em pela i m´esqueixa a tires
Calor, calor
Que em falta calor!
Acosta´t una mica per favor!
x4
Però dins el glaç el meu cor batega
Bombeja sang a ritme de fera
I el fred de peus ara pica al terra
I el canigó se m´ha tornat cascada
I canto blues en llengua bastarda
Perquè ell té mare, però qui sap el pare
I donc les gràcies perquè respiro
Vull estimar tot allò que miro
Trobo el sereno al carrer mullat
És el tanguero de les altes hores
Que canta sol amb l´orquestra mora
I dóna avís als qui escolta senya
I dóna senya al niu de la pena
Que no hi ha roca que l´aigua no mogui
Que la cançó és per qui la canti
I la guitarra és per qui la toqui
Que no sóc gat i a mi em falten vides
Però ja no tinc fred, ja no m´esqueixo a tires
Calor, calor
Quina calor que fa!
Que ens haurem de despullar!
x4
Calor, calor
Quina calor que fa!
x4
Calor, calor
Quina calor que fa!
Que ens haurem de despullar!
x4

(translation)

Heat, heat
I'm missing heat!
Please come a little closer!
x4
The alcohol that comes down to me no longer burns me
That I have a stone in my gut
Ice stone made of sorrow
Not a tear falls on her anymore
Nano, you're young, you call me
To see the days go by so fast
He finishes his drink and looks up
And go out into the street and look for the one who loves you
But I'm all full of crap
Eating cigarettes and in my pot
Giving me charcoal to no avail
I always tell ten thousand stories
And I tell myself I can, I'm not scared
But the cold of my feet makes me feel like mermaids
Every mermaid for what I lost
To all the trains I've turned my back on
That I am not a cat and I lack lives
The cold peels me and cuts me into strips
Heat, heat
I'm missing heat!
Please come a little closer!
x4
But inside the ice my heart beats
It pumps blood at a beast's pace
And the cold feet now hit the ground running
And the canigó has become a waterfall for me
And I sing blues in bastard language
Because he has a mother, but who knows the father
And so thank you for breathing
I want to love everything I look at
I find the serene on the wet street
He is the tanguero of the high hours
Who sings solo with the Moorish orchestra
And he warns those who hear the sign
And it signals to the nest of sorrow
That there is no rock that the water does not move
That the song is for whoever sings it
And the guitar is for whoever plays it
That I am not a cat and I lack lives
But I'm not cold anymore, I don't cut into strips anymore
Heat, heat
How hot it is!
That we will have to undress!
x4
Heat, heat
How hot it is!
x4
Heat, heat
How hot it is!
That we will have to undress!
x4