Translation of the song lyrics BBVA - Manel

BBVA (original)

Som a la carretera de Manresa a Berga
En un cotxe resplendent que corre massa
Han trobat a la guantera algun CD acceptable;
És dimecres, de matinada, i els dos fugitius canten
Creuen per Molló i en una clariana
Ell l’abraça com un nen i s’adorm a l’acte
El sol va encenent el bosc i ella lluita amb les imatges:
Un caixer fent-se el valent, un revòlver disparant-se
Compren la moto a un pagès pel preu de quatre
I acceleren entre vinyes solitàries
Al semàfor d’Estagel els saluden uns gendarmes
Però a la ràdio no diuen res, no s’està seguint cap rastre
Ell s’afaita el cap, ella es posa morena
Els dies passen lents, a la tarda passegen
Ell juga a frontó amb un empresari en hores baixes
Ella es tanca al bungalou i a la nit fingeix orgasmes
Que bo és sortir al carrer, que et toqui l’aire!
Són dos enamorats tan adorables!
Ell parla del futur i es projecta sense xarxa
I el paradís comença en una pizzeria de Lausana
I quin riure els noms dels passaports, ell els diu en veu alta
Potser semblarà més francès, diu, traient-se la barba!
Ella respon com pot i plora rere la porta tancada:
«Així no podré, amor meu, no a costa dels altres»
I, en fi, ell ha passat el trajecte a coberta
Ja veu el blau marí de la terra promesa
Però per ella no patiu, que al calabós hi ha trobat calma:
S’ha fet a la foscor i ha posat nom a les rates
I ha trobat un nom bonic per a cada rata

(translation)

We are on the road from Manresa to Berga
In a resplendent car that runs too much
They found an acceptable CD in the glove compartment;
It's Wednesday morning, and the two fugitives are singing
They cross by Molló and in a clearing
He hugs her like a child and falls asleep instantly
The sun is shining on the forest and she struggles with the images:
A cashier making himself brave, a revolver firing
They buy the bike from a farmer for the price of four
And they accelerate between lonely vineyards
They are greeted by gendarmes at the Estagel traffic light
But they don't say anything on the radio, no trace is being followed
He shaves his head, she turns brown
The days pass slowly, in the afternoon they walk
He plays fronton with a businessman in off-peak hours
She locks herself in the bungalow and fakes orgasms at night
It's great to be out on the streets, to be in the air!
They are two so adorable lovers!
He talks about the future and projects himself without a network
And paradise begins in a pizzeria in Lausanne
And what a laugh at the names of the passports, he says them out loud
Maybe he'll look more French, he says, pulling his beard out!
She responds as best she can and cries behind closed doors:
"I can't do that, my love, not at the expense of others."
And last but not least, the headline made you read this article
He already sees the navy blue of the promised land
But do not suffer for her, that in the dungeon she has found calm:
It was dark and named the rats
And he has found a beautiful name for each rat