Lyrics of Carrer de L'Amargura - ZOO

Carrer de L'Amargura (original)

Deixa València a Juliol puta vida
Últim exàmen, primer raig de sol
Porta les mans arrapaes de fer extres
Tot el dolor de la vinya al renyons
Creua la pista de Silla a migdia
Sona l’herència, li cau la suor
Mira l’arròs, la ribera que brilla
Tira per dins: Alacant interior
Ix d’Alacant cara amunt per Mariola
Va i torna al poble a diari, no pot
Amb el lloguer i amb el curro ella sola
Cuina el sopar de sa mare, no vol
Que ningú sàpia què cobra per hora
Condescendències les justes, amor
Tot el que té pel seu fill que diu hola
Des del seu ventre, batega el seu cor
Però el rellotge s’atura allà dalt
I es mesclen la locura, la mort i el carnaval…
I arriben festes de nou
I allò que cou ja no cura
I el poble sopa al carrer
Al teu carrer, carrer de l’amargura
Mira el paissatge sentat a la plaça
Pengen les llums i les flors dels balcons
No pot anar al casal ni de caça
I les olives li donen pa poc
Enguany la orquesta està enfront de casa
Música i festa, la dansa, el bastó.
A estes altures, i faça el que faça
Ja va per dins tota la processó
Però el rellotge s’atura allà dalt
I es mesclen la locura, la mort i el carnaval…
I arriben festes de nou
I allò que cou ja no cura
I el poble sopa al carrer
Al teu carrer, carrer de l’amargura
I arriben festes de nou
I allò que cou ja no cura
I el poble sopa al carrer
Al teu carrer, carrer de l’amargura
Però el rellotge s’atura allà dalt
I una altra criatura comença una aventura
I el iaio sap que s’acosta el final
I es mesclen la locura, la mort i el carnaval…
I arriben festes de nou
I allò que cou ja no cura
I el poble sopa al carrer
Al teu carrer, carrer de l’amargura
I arriben festes de nou
I allò que cou ja no cura
I el poble sopa al carrer
Al teu carrer, carrer de l’amargura

(translation)

Leave Valencia in July fucking life
Last exam, first ray of sunshine
He has his hands full to do extras
All the pain from the vine to the kidneys
Cross the Silla track at noon
Heredity sounds like sweat
Look at the rice, the shining bank
Strip inside: Alicante interior
Ix of Alicante face up by Mariola
He goes back and forth to the village every day, he can't
With the rent and the yard alone
He cooks his mother's dinner, he doesn't want to
Let no one know what he charges per hour
Congratulations to the righteous, love
Everything she has for her son who says hello
From her belly, her heart beats
But the clock is ticking
And madness, death and carnival are mixed…
And parties are coming again
And what cooks no longer heals
And the people dine on the street
In your street, street of bitterness
Look at the landscape sitting in the square
The lights and flowers hang from the balconies
You can't go hunting or hunting
And the olives give him little bread
This year the orchestra is in front of the house
Music and partying, dancing, walking sticks.
At this point, and do whatever you do
The whole procession is already inside
But the clock is ticking
And madness, death and carnival are mixed…
And parties are coming again
And what cooks no longer heals
And the people dine on the street
In your street, street of bitterness
And parties are coming again
And what cooks no longer heals
And the people dine on the street
In your street, street of bitterness
But the clock is ticking
And another creature begins an adventure
And Grandpa knows the end is near
And madness, death and carnival are mixed…
And parties are coming again
And what cooks no longer heals
And the people dine on the street
In your street, street of bitterness
And parties are coming again
And what cooks no longer heals
And the people dine on the street
In your street, street of bitterness