Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Aniversari, artist - Manel. Album song 10 milles per veure una bona armadura, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 14.03.2011
Record label: Ceràmiques Guzmán
Song language: Catalan
Aniversari(original) |
Els llums s’han apagat, han tret el pastís. |
Aplaudien els pares, els tiets i els amics, |
tots alhora, agrupats en un únic crit: |
que demane un desig, |
que demane un desig, |
que demane un desig, |
que demane un desig. |
I tu, nerviosa, |
com sempre que et toca ser en centre d’atenció, |
has fixat els ulls en un punt imprecís del mejador |
Un segón, dos segons, tres segons, quatre… i cinc |
Els teus ulls que bancaven buscant un desig |
les espelmes cremaven i alguns dels amics t’enfocaven amb càmares de retratar |
una veu comenta: que guapa està |
i jo en el fons m’acabava el culet de la copa |
decidit a trobar un raconet adecuat |
per fer-me petit petit, |
del tamany de una mosca |
del tamany de un mosquit |
Per un cop empetitit sota els tamporets |
i la taula allargada pels dos caballets |
fent-me pas amb prudència per un entramat |
de sabates d’hivern i confeti axafat |
i has brindat maleint la llargada dels meus nous passeigs |
i amagar-me entre un tap de suro i la pared |
just abans que no em menje el collons de gatet |
i escalar les cenefes del teu vestit |
i falcar el peu esquerre en un descosit |
i arribar-te a la espatlla |
i seure en un botó |
i agafar un pel solt |
amb un sol tiró |
enganxar-te un cabell |
i impulsar-me en un últim salt final |
i saber el teu desig travesant la pared del llagrimal |
Ara un peu, ara un braç, ara el tors, ara el cap |
i ja dins del desig veure si ha ha bon ambient |
repartir unes targetes |
ser amable amb la gent |
i amb maneres de jove discret i educat |
presentar els meus respectes a la autoritat |
escoltant amb atenció batalletes curioses als mes vells |
fent-me fotos gracioses amb altres il. |
lustres viatgers |
i amb un home amb corbata que no se qui es |
i en un núvol de somnis que tens a l’abast |
i altres que ho sent-ho pero ja mai viuràs |
detectar un caminet que m’anyunye del grup |
o una ombreta tranquila on desapercebut |
estirar-me una estona i per fi relaxar-me celebrant |
el plaer indescriptible que es estar amb tu avui que et fas gran |
mentres fora de l’ull les espelmes es van apagant. |
(translation) |
The lights went out, they took out the cake. |
Parents, aunts and friends applauded, |
all at once, grouped in a single cry: |
to ask for a wish, |
to ask for a wish, |
to ask for a wish, |
that asks for a wish. |
And you, nervous, |
as always when it comes to being in the spotlight, |
you fixed your eyes on an inaccurate point on the cheekbone |
One second, two seconds, three seconds, four… and five |
Your eyes that were benching looking for a wish |
the candles were burning and some of your friends were focusing on you with cameras |
a voice says: how beautiful she is |
and I was running out of coffee |
determined to find a suitable nook |
to make me small, |
the size of a fly |
the size of a mosquito |
For a small blow under the pads |
and the table elongated by the two easels |
cautiously making my way through a lattice |
of winter shoes and crushed confetti |
and you toasted cursing the length of my new walks |
and hide between a cork and the wall |
just before I eat the kitten ass |
and climb the edges of your dress |
and wedge his left foot into a slump |
and get on your shoulder |
and sit on a button |
and grab a loose hair |
with a single pull |
stick your hair out |
and propel me on one last final leap |
and know your desire through the teardrop wall |
Now a foot, now an arm, now the torso, now the head |
and already within the desire to see if there is a good atmosphere |
hand out some cards |
be kind to people |
and with discreet and polite youthful manners |
submit my respects to the authority |
listening intently to curious battles with the elders |
taking funny photos of me with others il. |
traveling chandeliers |
and with a man in a tie who doesn't know who he is |
and in a cloud of dreams at your fingertips |
and others who feel it but will never live again |
spot a path that annoys me from the group |
or a quiet shade where unnoticed |
lie down for a while and finally relax celebrating |
the indescribable pleasure of being with you today as you grow up |
while out of the eye the candles go out. |