Les Ampolles - Dusminguet

Aquí cap ampolla no cal dur

De les buides, de les plenes en beus tu

Jo no en veig pas vuit mai dalt de la paret

Això no ho sap pas ningú

Tria la més plena I beu plaent

Jo en bevia quan n’hi havia I no sols vi

No n’hi hauran pas set mai dalt de la paret

Mentre tu en vagis bevent

De la casa I de la vinya et veig venir

Amb l’ampolla que et fa riure, tu ets sonat

No n’hi hauran pas sis mai dalt de la paret

Fa riure com es van restant

La gent treballant I tu amb l’ampolla

T’esbroncava la veïna I el veïnat

No n’hi hauran pas cinc ni de trosqui ni a galet

Si mai no en tens tu ja prou

Tu ja saps com cau la pluja pel raïm

Com per gust xafen la fruita els nostres paps, paps, paps

Se’n recullen quatre I en surten molts menys

És la gana del camp

La cançó de les ampolles de petit

Te’n rifaves I cantaves, no pas ara

Siguin tres o bé dues, ni una ni zero

És el que n’ha quedat

No bottle needs to be carried here

You drink the empty ones, the full ones

I never see eight of them on the wall

Nobody knows that

Choose the fullest And drink pleasantly

I drank it when I had it, and not just wine

There will never be seven on the wall

While you go drinking

I see you coming from the house and from the vineyard

With the bottle that makes you laugh, you sound

There will never be six on the wall

It makes you laugh as they go

People working And you with the bottle

The neighbor and the neighborhood were booing you

There will be no five of them, not even a piece of cake

If you never have enough you already have enough

You already know how the rain falls on the grapes

How our potatoes, potatoes, potatoes taste like fruit

Four are collected, and many fewer are collected

It is the hunger of the countryside

The song of small bottles

You laughed and sang, not now

Be it three or two, neither one nor zero

That's all there is to it