Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Metec, artist - Paco Ibanez. Date of issue: 05.12.2011
Song language: Catalan
El Metec(original) |
| Amb 'questa pinta de metecde jueu errant |
| De pastor grec aquests cabells als quatre vents |
| Amb aquests ulls sense color |
| Que fan que sembli un somiador |
| Quan de somiar ja no en sé gens |
| I aquestes mans de trinxeraire |
| Bohemi, músic i captaire |
| Que han rampinyat en tants jardins |
| I aquesta boca que ha besat |
| Com ha begut i ha mossegat |
| Que espera encara altres festins |
| Amb 'questa pinta de metec |
| De jueu errant, de pastor grec |
| De lladregot i rodamón |
| I aquesta pell que té el caliu |
| De tots els sols de cada estiu |
| I tants amors que jo no ho són |
| Amb aquest cor que ha sabut fer |
| Sofrir tan com també ha sofert |
| Sense dir mai ni molt ni poc |
| Amb aquesta ànima que ja |
| No penso que es pugui salvar |
| Del purgatori ni del foc |
| Amb 'questa pinta de metec |
| De jueu errant, de pastor grec |
| I aquests cabells als quatre vents |
| Vindré on ets tu, dolça captiva |
| Ànima amiga i font de vida |
| A beure’m els vint anys que tens |
| Llavors seré príncep fidel |
| Adolescent o bé rebel |
| Com a tu et plagui d’escollir |
| I junts farem de tot moment |
| Instants d’amor eternament |
| Que reviurem fins a morir |
| I junts farem de tot moment |
| Instants d’amor eternament |
| Que reviurem fins a morir |
| (translation) |
| With this pint of a wandering Jew |
| From a Greek shepherd these hairs to the four winds |
| With these colorless eyes |
| Which make him look like a dreamer |
| I don't know when to dream anymore |
| And those trench hands |
| Bohemian, musician and beggar |
| That they have crawled in so many gardens |
| And this mouth he kissed |
| How he has drunk and bitten |
| What awaits yet other feasts |
| With this comb of metec |
| From a wandering Jew, from a Greek shepherd |
| From Lladregot and Rodamón |
| And this skin that has the heat |
| Of all the suns of every summer |
| And so many loves that I am not |
| With this heart that he knew how to make |
| To suffer as he has also suffered |
| Never saying too much or too little |
| With this soul that already |
| I don't think it can be saved |
| From purgatory or fire |
| With this comb of metec |
| From a wandering Jew, from a Greek shepherd |
| And this hair to the four winds |
| I will come where you are, sweet captive |
| Soulmate and source of life |
| To drink your twenties |
| Then I will be a faithful prince |
| Adolescent or rebel |
| As you please to choose |
| And together we will make every moment |
| Moments of love forever |
| Let us live until we die |
| And together we will make every moment |
| Moments of love forever |
| Let us live until we die |