Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Formigues, artist - Manel. Album song Per la bona gent, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 03.10.2019
Record label: Ceràmiques Guzmán
Song language: Catalan
Formigues(original) |
Una hermosa plana |
Tinguí per bressol |
Com la vigatana |
No en veu altra el sol |
Jo fui la formiga |
De son pla i garriga |
Del mas oreneta |
Del camp rossinyol |
Vegí hermoses terres |
Més d’una ciutat |
M’enfilí a les serres |
De l’alt Montserrat |
Baixí a Barcelona |
La perla amb què l’ona |
Enriquí fa segles |
L’antic Principat |
A casa hi tinc formigues |
Vaig trobar-les un matí |
Sobre el marbre de la cuina |
I cap producte les ha fet fugir |
A l’esquerda d’on venien |
Vaig flitar un verí mortal |
I, al tapar-ho bé amb massilla |
Van sortir per la pica del bany |
Llavors amb un raig d’aigua les podia reduir |
Van perdre-ho tot desconcertades dins un remolí |
En quedaven solitàries |
I era quasi divertit: |
Tan aviat les perdonava |
Com les torturava entre dos dits |
Però, amb els dies fent setmanes |
Vaig sorprendre’n escamots |
Al potos de la taula |
Fent-se fortes dins d’uns albercocs |
I ja no em va fer gràcia fregar en el menjador |
Fileres platejades que es perdien pel balcó |
I avui, en estirar-me |
La foscor duia un brogit |
Un silenci de formigues |
Ha trencat la calma de la nit |
El grapat a la mà dreta |
És el que primer he notat |
El grapat que s’enfilava |
Per l’esquerra, el que m’ha preocupat |
I he volgut incorporar-me |
I ara estic aquí, ben dret |
Els quadrats de gres rellisquen |
El guix viu es menja la paret |
Les sento com treballen, han pres el passadís |
Han bloquejat la porta, no em deixaran sortir |
Els sobra l’energia, perseveren dins els nius |
Me’n trec de les orelles, de la boca i els narius |
A casa hi tinc formigues, van aparèixer un matí |
Em falten al respecte, acabaran amb mi! |
La Lògica no enganya, la Ciència ens porta aquí |
N’empasso moltes més de les que puc pair |
(translation) |
A beautiful flat |
He had a cradle |
Like the vigatana |
The sun sees no other |
I was the ant |
Of his flat and garrigue |
Of the swallow |
From the nightingale field |
I saw beautiful lands |
More than one city |
I climbed the mountains |
From the high Montserrat |
I went down to Barcelona |
The pearl with which the wave |
Enriched centuries ago |
The old Principality |
I have ants at home |
I found them one morning |
On the kitchen marble |
And no product has made them run away |
Where they came from |
I leaked a deadly poison |
And, by covering it well with putty |
They went out of the bathroom sink |
Then with a splash of water I could reduce them |
They lost everything in a whirlwind |
They were left alone |
And it was almost fun: |
As soon as he forgave them |
How he tortured them between two fingers |
But with the days making weeks |
I was shocked |
In the pots of the table |
Growing up in apricots |
And I no longer enjoyed scrubbing in the dining room |
Silver rows that were lost on the balcony |
And today, when I stretch |
The darkness was buzzing |
A silence of ants |
It has broken the calm of the night |
The handful in the right hand |
That's what I noticed first |
The handful climbing |
On the left, what worried me |
And I wanted to join |
And now I'm right here |
The stoneware squares slip |
Live plaster eats away at the wall |
I feel them working, they've taken the aisle |
They have locked the door, they will not let me out |
They have enough energy, they persevere in the nests |
I take it out of my ears, mouth and nostrils |
I have ants at home, they showed up one morning |
I miss them, they will kill me! |
Logic does not deceive, Science brings us here |
I swallow a lot more than I can bear |